~ IV ~

You Don't Blow in a Blowjob

I think I'm screwed.

Spike stood before the stove and rocked the pan over the fire, as, in the distance, a shower rained from down in the hall. Normal shower this time. No need to linger or tend to herself. His efforts, last night, had been enough.

Although they wouldn't be good enough for long.

Just gotta... stick it in. Then push it in. Pull out. Push it in again.

He rocked the pan some more.

Yeah. Kinda like this.

Then his wrist got tired and he stopped.

Wait. Can you call a time out in the middle of sex?

His eye clenched.

Maybe I should buy a fleshlight for practice?

An audible clap resounded as he slapped himself hard.

What the heck is wrong with you? How'd a muppet like you even get Rarity? Much less have Twilight see anything in you?

His shoulders dropped.

What the heck does she see anyway? Perfect and a princess. Find the right guy, spend some time to make sure he's the right guy—then make a life with him. Surely there's another prince, somewhere. Someone as good as she. A princess deserves a prince.

It made sense. Maybe Twilight wasn't your typical princess—or maybe most princesses, beneath the surface, aren't as a typical princess appears. Still. Despite being a nerd. And sometimes a dork. She was adorable for it. And her other, developed qualities, would sway anyone.

And her ass is out this world.

Once more, a slap resounded and echoed off the walls.

Stop looking at Twilight like that. She's your...

Spike blinked.

Your...

He looked to the side.

Friend?

Shake of the head.

Best friend?”

A nod that was unsure.

More than a best friend. But what is that? A... lover?

Even that didn't feel right. But it felt like a step in the right direction.

We've always been close. And it's because of that we're able to get closer. But what are we then? Could I ever see her becoming my marefriend? No! That's Twilight, for goodness sake. That... wouldn't be right. No no. She's Twilight. She's...

The pan's contents started to boil, and the dragon swished it in a circle, helping to disperse the heat.

Damn. This... whole thing is starting to wear me out. It's not something I'll be able to figure out on my own. No way. And... I don't have my best friend to talk to about this. So... what? Who could I go to? Who knows me just as well as her?

An answer appeared, one that he didn't like, too much, but knew that, if the time came, it would be for the best. He sighed and lowered the temperature of the fire to leave the pan at a low boil. His exhausted mind travelled to matters that would help refill it.

I don't ever recall Twilight having an ass like that. It fits her so perfectly! How the heck did she get it? Big, and not obscene. Perfect proportions to the heaven that is all that squishiness. It doesn't stick out. Or detract from her overall form. It's so heavy and yet so soft. So thick and yet so slender.

Spike slapped himself once more for going on about his best friend's butt.

...it's even better than Rarity's.

Another slap and, one more, he would be down on the floor, calling for Twilight, crying that he was assaulted by himself. Then he would get to watch her walk in and, more importantly, walk away, watching how those flanks rose and dropped, sliding into the divot between them, with the little bounce that came with her every step.

And then the next slap had actually knocked the dragon onto a nearby chair.

Twilight stood beneath the current of water with mane over her eyes and nothing able to be seen. Her forehooves rested onto the tiled walls as the water washed down the slope of her barrel. Drenched fur to a perfect, fuzzy creature of purple.

She kept like that, with every focus set on her lips, touching them with a lowered hoof. They stung like a prick of a needle. It hurt—but in a good way. Everything alive so they could be set on them.

Then there was the feeling of him. Better than the wet warmth of the show. His torso was able to house her. A surface like a portable furnace that baked her in tender love. The feeling of his taut muscles beneath her softness. Knowing that he was all around her. The sense of green kindness that he radiated.

Knowing that he was there. His arms wrapping over her wings and holding her closer. Life would be alright if it could just be the two of them, in bed, holding each other close without the need for words. Everything she could have ever needed, there.

Her hoof dropped and hung.

I'm... terrible. Bringing him in to help deal with my lust... then needing him... to take care of my love after that...

Twilight sighed.

That kiss. Thinking... it was all a part of helping me. You idiot. You stupid idiot. You stupid—I love you, I love you—dumb dumb idiot. Dumb dumb! Dumb guy! Dumb, I love you so much! Love you! Ack! Hate you! No... don't hate... just... AUGH!

Twilight exhaled a mist hotter than the steam of the shower.

Her back legs shuffled closer together, her thighs rubbing into each other, brushing, in need of... something.

Or someone.

I... love him, don't I? I... I... I have no choice but to admit that. I l...love Spike. A-Always have. But. He's... always loved me to. We were always told to l-love each other. Best friends are supposed to. But... what... what kind of love is this?

Twilight hung her head next.

Do I love him as a drakefriend? As a partner of the opposite sex? N-No... his... g-gender never mattered to me before. W-We were just friends. Him being a guy and me being a girl didn't matter. We were just Spike and Twilight. He could have been anything, and it wouldn't have made a difference back then.

And... it doesn't make a difference now.

I love him... and not what he is.

Then she blushed.

But I do like what he is.

And then her shoulders dropped and her hooves fell from the wall. The mare fell onto the ground onto the stall's floor. Rained on. Steam thicker and everything harder to breathe. Yet weakness consumed her. The girl curled into herself, coming to stroke her tail, unable to do anything at all.

It wasn't like his claw. He did it slow, and precise, with a charged feeling only he could give. And it wasn't just now—but before. Him brushing her was always able to cool all that erupted inside of her.

The more she remembered the dragon, the more she remembered what he did for her, not that he solved her problems, or handled the weight of her responsibilities for her. But that Twilight was able to come home afterward, knowing she was not alone, that she could break down in every way.

And the dragon, no matter what, would console her.

No pretending. Not needing to be anything more.

The only need being to be herself.

And now I can't talk to you about this now. There's... not anyone I can go to for it. What am I to do? Take you after Rarity? What if this experience allows you to go back to her? You... you're already a natural. W-What you... did for me... could.. it will win her back. You're amazing.

Her eyes dropped to the drain where all the water flushed.

But I hardly tell you that, do I, Spikey?

There seemed to be no answer. Except not to get attached, enjoy as much of this as possible, and prepare to go back to normal after her best friend left. It was his plan to leave again. For their paths to split as life expected this late into the game.

Twilight whimpered. Weakly. And could not move even as the water turned cold.

Dinner was once more set in silence as the two were seated at a table not meant for two, each at its end, both several feet away from the other. There was no need for it, and yet, it would be too weird for one to sit next to the other.

There was a moral in that, somewhere.

Twilight propped her head on a hoof as her below rested on the table, not caring for bad manners in her own home. She twirled her fork in her meal. Barely eating. Even though the food was splendid.

Freshly cooked and made with love.

Healthier, and better than all the eating out she'd done.

She'd lost her chief and so much more when her best friend left.

And she repaid that by not eating his food.

Terrible.

On the other side of the table, Spike was looking down at himself, worriedly, in looking at his crotch. His heart thumped in his chest in knowing that he would have to break his cherry with his best friend either tonight or a night close.

She would punch his card or... something like that.

You just stick it in. Kiss a little bit. F-Feel her up. You've gotten used to touching her now. Maybe haven't grabbed her... Spike quickly stuffed his mouth, swallow, to divert the course of his mind. She'll get wet. Instead of licking... it. You just put your t-t-thingy in.

Spike exhaled smoke without meaning to from all the horrible power that built in his chest.

Your dick. Cock. Ah fuck.

He breathed again and went for another mouthful.

Dick. P-Pussy. Dick. Your dick. Twilight's p-p-p-pus...

That felt wrong. A sacrilegious phrase that could not be said. The very idea of even thinking such a thing might summon a heart-attack upon him. To say that line. To complete it. Even though it was normal. Even though she had one. Even though he had already interacted with it.

T-Twi's p-pu...

There was no ending to that thought. The idea of saying it made his throat dry after sipping on a glass of water. His eyes darted over to the displeased mare, her head down, looking at her food, but lost to her own irritating world.

Something that would be worse if she were to learn more of the one going on inside his.

...Rarity's pussy.

He blinked. That came on full completion. Maybe not if he was close to her—or having to do or say anything with it. Yet it hurt less. It wasn't as heavy as the previous phase. Was this how others worked themselves out? Saying someone's pussy to see which one hits the most?

Spike was being led through a sense to help him work out what he felt but, at the same time, couldn't help but feel he was being led in circles. He deflated. So tired and drained from trying to think through his problems. Twilight was the one always advising that.

Yet doing so was what caused his fears.

And simply doing allowed him, back on the bed, both at night and in the morning, to love her better. Not needing to think. To consider what it all meant. Just to love, in whatever context as needed, in whatever urge his body leaned him toward.

He was a dragon. And they were simple. Greedy creatures.

Greedy, and yet I haven't tried to grab her...

Another internal storm stole him of it all as he could not dare to think more on the subject. Yet there was that whisper in the dark that led him on. He'd been hungry for Twilight, down there, working against a place he'd never thought he'd see.

But that wasn't greed.

As much as he came to love and enjoy it, what it did for her and what the smell did for him, the dragon didn't outright want it. Even... 'getting pussy' wasn't a goal of this. Nothing that his greed demanded. Celestia knows that, if he was a proper dragon, he would have taken Rarity more times than she was willing.

But if the dragon side of him wasn't taking over. If he wasn't performing well because it was his greed controlling him. Then. What then. What then had led him through all this? Not lust—although its embers burned in the back of the mind.

Love?

Of course he loved Twilight.

Loved her enough to cut off his own arm, to brave his own cowardice, anything at all that she could demand of him. He couldn't become a better dragon for its own right. But he could if it was for her needing it.

Love Twilight enough to cuddle her, kiss her, to even, maybe, have sex with her.

All without any notions of dating.

That went even beyond the weirdness of being best friends and best friends with benefits' didn't sound right either. Once more the thoughts were overpowering. The decision not to think causing them to be stronger.

Spike slumped in his seat, drove his fork into his meal, and started to eat. There was no taking this solo and no way he could go for Twilight for help. His mind was bothered by a thousand things. Yet one of them settled on his mind.

That thinking about a purple rump would take his mind off his problems.

If only for a little.

The next few nights had been stressful, rewarding, releasing the tension of lust so the burden of love could take its place. Twilight had seemed to seep back into herself. Walking past the dragon with her tail flicking into his arm, causing him to glance, seeing over to her, Twilight's head half-turned.

That lowered muzzle, those eyes hidden beneath a mane, that grin, and the little shake to her flanks. She'd resume walking if only stumble, brushing and bouncing off a wall, trying to relearn her gait.

Not quite knowing how to strut her stuff, but, of course, in the process of learning how.

Is she using me for practice? Maybe she might try-scoring for another guy afterward.

Of course. Once Twilight had turned the corner into the hall, she would, at once, raise onto her back legs and lean into the wall. Panting and pressing a hoof to her chest to repress the beating of her heart. Air dense with something and so much harder to breathe.

The developing sweat that spread across her frame.

The two, unable to work the love between them, deciding to focus on the lust instead.

Spike sat in his chair as it all confused him, thinking of how the mare wanted to be closer, intimate, even though it scared the shit out of him. He'd been like this before, reading, when Twilight appeared out of the corner of his eye.

She'd brushed over his shoulder, reading some of the text in his book, laying her chin on the top of his head. Her hooves would rub around him, for one reason or another, and she'd exhale a warm breath onto him.

They'd read together before. But she never acted like this. It was a new side to Twilight.

One he wasn't sure how to feel about.

Same when he cooked. How Twilight would stand on two legs and shuffle next to him, watching as he cooked, with faux interest to the inside of the pan. Her side would push into his and her muzzle would wiggle underneath his arm—forcing it over her back.

The door to the shower: left open.

Bedroom locked at night, with him inside, so he could not leave in the moonlight.

She spoke less.

Did more.

Motivation unsure.

You've never dealt with a mare in heat before. She's probably never let herself go with someone else like this either. You're getting better. Not freaking out and not losing your heart when she's close. Just keep it together. Maybe, if all goes well, you can...

There was no finishing that thought.

And then the night came.

"Do you know how to use that thing?"

Spike endured a flurry of blinks in having exposed himself to the mare for the second time. Swallowing and looking down, it still burst his heart to have his cock exposed, to another, tall and pink—cute looking too.

Kill me.

"Well, I mean, Celestia never gave me lessons on the thing." Spike's eye shut in having to keep afloat on the sea of embarrassment. "Push really hard when I have to pee and jerk very gently if I want to get something else out from it."

Twilight was lying back on the bed, already open and spread, taking to that pose easily now. The first time had scared her, but now, knowing the drake and her frame's demands, she was easier to do whatever feltright.

"I swear I'm going to kill you one of these days."

"Hey! I was just thinking how I'd like someone to do that to me."

"Spike."

"What! You're the one that asked me if I knew how to use my dick."

"Well, do you?"

"Ack-tcha! Twilight! Your... your... your dick isn't something that you, y'know, know how to use! There's not some guide or skill on it—wait, is there?"

Twilight's chin dipped into her chest fur. "Dunno. You always hear about stallions being able to please a mare well." She glanced up at him. "Because they know how to use their dicks well. Have you... had any practice?"

Spike waved an arm. "Only with a claw, I'm afraid." It dropped to the sides of his knees, which he sat upon, the bed impressing beneath his weight. "I would have gotten a fleshlight if it came in your colour."

"Sh-Spiiike!"

"Hey! No no no! You don't give me that!" Spike huffed and shook his head. "You ask me if I know how to use my dick, and I get a free one back at you."

But now it looked as though Twilight was thinking.

"Twilight? Hey, Twilight? C'mon now."

Twilight was blushing madly, with her expression as angered, eyes narrowed, mood pissed and, overall, seeming to have to suffer through it. Her gaze kept sweeping in an inability to look at him. Then, she spoke. "Would... I mean... calling this off for a night... would you h-having—"

"Nope. Nuh-huh. Not going down that line of thought."

Now she glared at the power of a purple sun at him. "SPIKE! YOU WERE THE ONE TO BRING IT UP!"

"Because you asked if I had practice with my dick as to use it better! How else am I supposed to respond to that question except with sarcasm!?”

"This is a serious moment and you're ruining it!"

“How could that be? You've already lost your virginity—not me!”

Spike killed himself. Hated himself. Wanted to slice himself open and allow the vultures a free meal. To pick off his every scale and suffer the pain of being skinless. His heart quaked in his head and everything in his stomach frosted over.

Twilight's muzzle rose in the energy of the statement, but anger did not follow, no cry, no scream, no anything. Rather everything hitched inside as that realization dawned on her. It'd all been meant as a loose argument, the kind they always had, meant to be more joking and for the fun of it.

Yet that didn't make the words any less true.

"Kill me." Twilight's head shook from the thought to see the dragon coming over, on his knees, and pressing his forehead against her horn. He leaned into it while looking down into her eyes. "Do it now and do it quickly. Do it. Please just do it.”

Twilight's lungs burned as the dragon's shadow passed over her. She remembered to breathe, finding it easy to do, no tears or sobs to break the flow. Her head shook as she looked at him. "N-No... you... you didn't mean—"

"Of course I didn't mean it." Spike's head shook as well, not caring for how the tip of her horn grazed across him. "I'd never mean something like that. It was just that. You asked if... I was just looking for a clever come back... the whole thing was awkward and..."

He stopped.

"I'm sorry, Twilight." His words were slow and his eyes were brighter due to the wetness starting to coat them. "Never. Never let someone like me or anyone say that to you. Not even in jest or jokes. Never.”

Twilight pulled away from him as if only to take her horn away. "You.. don't have to be sorry." She chuckled with a turned head. "It's not like you didn't say anything that wasn't true."

"Doesn't matter." Spike went to lean in closer, and his claw seemed set for her cheek, which she would have fallen into—had he not fallen away; the surrounding room was dark, bathed in rays of moonlight, each faint. "Not with your past. Not with what you used to have to hear others say. What... what you did that night."

Spike was so far away enough, even though he was only a foot distance on the bed, his body, darkened in the lack of light, a silhouette of sorts, with only his head, above, and the glint of his eyes able to be seen. "No matter the pain, it was the right thing to do."

"B-But I got..."

"But you showed that you were trying to find someone, that you were willing to brave your fears to become close—especially with a stranger." Spike sighed and looked down at himself. "I couldn't sleep with the girl that I loved for a decade. You and I are the same in being scared of intimacy. Yet you dared to go for it anyway."

His claw curled. "Even if you got hurt, you improved from it, and you'll improve more for it."

Twilight looked down at herself as well. Lips tucking inward in being unsure of what to say. Now that the air was calming between them. She had to think. To consider all that he had said. Then she talked. "I'm starting to think it was silly of me to ask if you knew how to use your thing."

Spike was still for a moment. Then he laughed. Deciding to go along with it. "Yeah. Little bit. But even if I don't—you'll walk me through it?"

Twilight laughed sweetly to herself and pressed a hoof to her chin. "Well, now that I think about it, it's not so much on how you use your thing! It's actually on how you use your hips! That makes more sense.”

The dragon dropped his claws onto the bed, crawling back to her, over her, as his frame dwarfed her own. She loved it. Being bathed in his shadow. Looking to the sky and having it only composed of him. All of it was perfection.

"That so?"

"It's not like you can do much with your..."

"C'mon." He paused above. "You can say it."

"Your... your... uh... your... d-dick?"

"There you go."

"How about... your cock?"

"I... don't like too much." His eyes shut and, with them, the brightness they shone. "Doesn't really suit you."

"Your cock doesn't suit me?"

"Augh... you're torture." His eyes reopened and the room was a touch brighter for it. “Just you. I know. You saying it. Your voice. You. Just..."

"You don't like me talking about your cock?" Twilight asked sweetly, with a heavy breath, and a teasing expression. "H-How come, Spikey?"

"Because you—oh, you dirty girl." His head shook from the clouds before diving into the ground that was the side of her neck. Twilight had no time to prepare herself for the assault as his snout dove into her fur. Sniffing and nipping at her skin. "Now you're making it adorable, somehow."

Twilight lost a laugh with a bit of a snort, the true test of happiness, as it caused Spike to do the same against her. She rubbed the side of her head onto the top of his, asking him to explore some more. "And you just called me a dirty girl. It sounded natural, too!"

"Pfft." That breath popped and washed to her shoulders. "Not even a few days... of practice... and we're already speaking... like an erotic couple..." He drew a deep breath of her lilac scent and cherished it for a moment. "Never thought... I could ever... call... any girl that.. and not feel insanely shameful for it."

"Well, I was being a dirty girl."

Spike's cock throbbed at that word, at the cute, awkward delivery, and the sweet voice that carried it through. "Mhm. You've got your own charm about you, Twilight Sparkle. Never feel the need to be anything else—no matter the subject. You have a way of making it perfectly your own."

"Thanks big cock boy."

Spike broke away to burst into a laughter that could not be suppressed, falling to the side and lying next to her, holding an arm over his belly to help. His feet kicked the bed and his eyes drew tears for different reasons. It all was too much.

Twilight leaned up from the side to look at him. "Poor phrasing?"

He took a moment to wipe a tear before looking over, now more clam, with a happy expression. "A little. Now see, that was a little forced."

Her head tilted adorably as her long mane hung from that side. "But don't guys get off to being told how big their dick is? Isn't that what you compete with other guys overs? Or do you guys tell each other if you have big ones?"

Spike remembered that, at that moment, no matter how much she grew, or how powerful she became, not even the fact of being a princess could stop Twilight Sparkle from, sometimes being, Twilight Sparkle. She'd never glimpsed into that world before and could only go off popular media for it.

"Mares are usually the only ones to tell else if our... things are big." And now he couldn't use the word himself. Maybe it was due to referring to himself? He brushed the question aside. "Not really a situation where I'm going to find another guy commenting on it."

Twilight nodded like a child given an answer. "I guess that makes sense! Your pride as a guy comes in the thing that makes you a guy! But then... only a girl can tell you how big that pride can be? Maybe that's why they flatter so much on it?"

"Or a guy does a lot just to hear a mare lie."

"They don't want the truth?"

"Doesn't feel as good."

"Do you want the truth from me?"

"So long as you don't spread that truth around."

"You're not scared of how you'll perform now?"

"Always. But there's no other choice now."

Twilight blinked as it dawned on her.

"You're about to lose your virginity, Spike."

"Yeah. Yeah, guess I am."

Silence.

"Who did you think you were going to lose it to?"

"...Rarity."

"And you even had the chance to!"

"Thanks for sprinkling salt on the wound, Twi."

"i-I didn't mean it like that! Uh... w-was there... anyone else?"

"Well, I figured that, if things went bad with her, that I would go to a bar, meet someone nice—and try to keep meeting someone nice weekly."

"Was that... your plan before me?"

"That was my plan before I realized I can't say the word p-pussy w-without s-s-stuttering."

"And now?"

"I only stutter one syllable instead of two or three."

"You were able to call me a dirty girl without stuttering."

"Because we were inside of something there."

"Do you think that, if we don't lose that trance, that we'll be natural, better?"

"I think I've acted the best when I haven't thought at all."

Twilight went through modes that Spike had spent his life learning to get used to. As they had been lying, on their sides, side to side, looking into each other's faces as they talked—the breaking of their conversation caused him to realize he was still hard. They were still in her bed.

And that they were still going to fuck.

Only with Twilight could he have such a strange conversation before his first time.

Twilight didn't say anything as, for the first time, she was the one to scoot on the sheets. Disappearing into the darkness and nearly causing the dragon to go after her. But then she appeared, the glow of her eyes burning in the darkness first, between his legs, as she loomed before his crotch.

Half of her face was obscured by his towering mast.

Spike looked at her curiously as the distance between them was greater due to his height. Twilight looked at him from behind his dick, a final, sweet smile, before a glance at his meat. She came close, her muzzle wrinkling as she sniffed.

Is that... a good thing... or something bad?

Twilight's face pulled away for a moment. Spike's heart thundered. Should he have washed more? Was it disgusting down there? Did mares naturally crave to do it, or did they only do so to please guys? Like how he ate her out. He came to like it like an acquired taste, afterward.

Was it the same? Different? Some mares craved it, and others did not? Were they all hardwired to like it a little? Do girls even like dicks? Or just what they could do? Was it the thing of itself or was it what it could—

Twilight came back, with a broad lick at his underside, like a slow swipe of a tongue on a slope of strawberry ice cream. Spike convulsed in the flooding of pleasantly popping that spread from his crotch, outward.

He arched his hips. Exhaled a breath and fiddled in place. Tightening his abs to endure the goodness in all that was sensitive, becoming brushed and licked and doused in warmth and wetness. His dick twitched. Throbbing at the contact.

Twilight laughed as her muzzle pulled back, still half of her face hidden behind his cock, the other looking out to him. Her grin pushed away the darkness as the downward tilt of her snout was sinister. Her forehooves slid onto his groin in a wrap over his joy. Enough to hug his member.

Spike gasped another breath in shutting his eyes and tearing his claws into the mattress to withhold the burning pleasure. Rolling from side to side to deal with it all. Twilight laughed harder in raising over his groin, snuggling his cock into the fluff of her chest, bathing it in purple furs.

"Now who's the weak and vulnerable one? What happened to never making sounds whenever you enjoyed yourself?" Twilight snorted a breath as her snarl was downright predatory. Wiggling from side to side, letting his cock ground into her field of tuft, feeling it impress into the softness beneath her coat. "Is hugging you like a pillow better than anything your claw can do?"

His claws slapped over his face and tore at his scales while he furiously nodded.

The talons spread over his eyes so he could see to the mare. Who, in waiting for his eye contact, bent her cheek into the head of his dick. Nuzzling it with love that was torturous as that wasn't the cuteness he craved right now.

Then it clicked.

"This isn't going to b-be only about helping me, Spike." Twilight's cheek was planted into his muzzle, nuzzling it like it were some toy, as her forehooves tightened around its base. "L-Like it or not. You're just like me. Just not... having explored that side of yourself before."

Spike flinched. Gasping another breath. Fighting the urge to reach a claw down and tend to himself. But then it wouldn't feel as good. Just like all the rest. He only burned more alive because of the other—and in all that she teased and did.

And it was that he craved most.

"I have no problem in t-taking your thing and napping with it." Her head shuffled to the side as she looked at him through the veil of bangs. Her grin softened into a small, encouraging smile, that begged for him to go on. "The only way I'll do more... is if you want me to."

Could he do it? Give the command to have another service him? To put Twilight through that. He propped himself in his elbows and looked down at her. It would have killed him to have her do something she didn't like. But when she was so twirled around him, against the very thing that, sometimes, brought him shame.

He found his mouth working on its own.

"Y-Yes... please."

"Please what?"

Her smile twitched more. You'll have to fully expose yourself to demand it from me.

"I want you to..."

"Yeeeees?"

"To l-lick..."

“That's aaall? That sounds like it would hurt instead of being fun.”

"T-Then... suck.. suck..."

"Suck on what? Your claws? Didn't know you were into that." Her muzzle pulled away from him and, at once, the softness, warmth, and brushing furs were gone. He convulsed from the lack of their contact. Twilight grinned in feeling his reaction to her absence. "And hey! You better have washed them, mister."

His cock swelled. Swelling from the inside out. Growing and becoming numb from the overload of sensations. From being teased in lava to being encrusted in ice. His dick leaned over the hold of her wrists as pre was glistening from his tip.

"I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY DICK, TWILIGHT!"

Spike's face blew up in shock and shame as sweat was drenched across it. Eyes wide and a mouth opened the same. His claws clapped over the latter as his heartbeat scratched at the inside of his chest. Woe and pain dressed his psyche.

He looked at Twilight in horror to not find the same on her. She'd leaned back, surprised as well—but not offended. Muzzle wrinkled and eyes opened and mouth a touch of the same. Her own heart must have been racing. But she breathed through her mouth—the musk of his lust.

And then she smiled, settling into herself, into the strangeness of it all.

"I-I... I wonder... if such a line could constitute an erotic cliche?"

Spike's eyes and head rolled before collapsing into the mountain of pillows.

"Hey! C'mon now! You have no right to throw a hissy fit! Of all the things I was expecting you to say—"

Spike lurched back up, not in anger, but in something close. "Wha? T-Twi! What... what were you expecting me to ask! You're snug around my dick, wanting me to—"

"No no! I want to suck your dick, Spike, trust me on that." Her cheeks blushed hotly at the line finally delivered without a stutter. Her heart still raced—but her breathing helped to quell it. "It was just the phrasing, y'know? I was expecting you to ask for it differently." She chuckled. "Didn't even know you had it in you to say a line like that!"

He groaned and turned away. "Because I'm not the kind of guy to say a line like that! Or even to think about that kind of stuff!"

"You mean you never think of anything sexual?"

"Of course not! I think about rumps and mares and all the nice things about girls all the time!" It was impossible, in his tension, all his scales spread thin, to feel any more shame about anything at all. "I just never think about them in relation to me! No sucking my dick or doing something in a stall or anything at all. Innnnnnn faaaaaact! None of my fantasies include me at all! Just mares. And only mares. Them being mares."

The words rang in the silence as Spike burned the power of the sun across the bedroom. Enough that no fires or furnaces would be needed as him, in anxiety and shame, could heat the whole castle. Twilight had never felt him so hot before. Only now, in fully unravelling himself, like she was before, was the true extent of his being unleashed.

"Maybe... t-that's the heart of your problems right there."

Spike breathed with a confused expression, always unable to catch his breath, drinking his smell, her smell, their smell. The bedroom without an open window. His body heat enough to burn the blanket. The whole world, closing in, on the dragon with his dick out.

How he wished he could shrink into himself and disappear forever from the world and all its judgment. Even though it was just a room. One with him and Twilight. And that everything he felt and thought, all those anxieties, were crafted by him, and not a reflection of anything or anyone else.

His own hell created in fear of there being one out there.

"Wha..." The dragon fell back again, feeling the sweat beneath his frame, how he leaked it so. Double the amount Twilight had to the point of the bed being soaked, and new sheets would be needed. So disgusting. Not only to be lying in it himself—but forcing another to do so. "What do you mean, Twilight? And sorry."

"For what?"

"For me. And the bed. The smell and the temperature. All the sweat."

"Isn't that supposed to happen in sex?"

"I wouldn't know."

"And neither would I! To... some extent."

His head rolled and he looked an eye over the expanse of his frame to her. "Isn't it disgusting, though? You're a mare. This should be disgusting. You should be—"

"Hold it right there! Freak out anymore and you'll be making it worse."

"From a pool to a pond."

Twilight rolled her eyes and looked between his legs. Then she smiled, slowly leaning down, while retaining his eye contact. Spike wiggled to dismay her. But she kept on her course. "C'mon Twilight. Don't. Don't do that."

Twilight didn't listen in lowering to his crotch and wiping a hoof over it. Then the end of her muzzle fell as her lips settled on his scales. Still coated in a sheen and stinking of the musk of his dock. But she kissed downward. Not minding any of it. The trail coming to the side of his mast.

And then she rose before it.

"Spike... you're too worried about how things should be... or how I should be... and a lot of things... that don't matter right now." She laughed this time, softly now, sweetly, a genuine expression instead of being a teasing factor. She melted back into the usual Twilight as her hoof snaked around his dick. "Trust me. I know. I was there. I'd been so worried about having another guy beneath my tail that I worried about everything."

Her hoof slid up and down his cock, first at the base, reaching to his mid, then back down again, not to get him off, but to keep him hard, to slowly increase the pleasure that she would follow upon. "How'd it look. Would it smell? It must have been disgusting down there. What would taste like?"

Spike chuckled. "It actually wasn't all that bad."

"I know that now you dummy." Twilight smirked as her pumps lifted higher on his cock, causing her forehead to sweat, a burning of her wrist. "Now I'm trying to get you to learn that. Don't get me wrong. It's not suddenly like you sweating and your dick is now magically something that's attractive and delicious."

Spike coughed. "S-So why did you—"

"Because I wanted to prove that I love you." Twilight smiled and didn't feel the need to readdress the definition of that love. "That I don't mind the sweat or the heat or even the trying of dragon dick." Her lips pressed together like a dam to hold back the giggles pounding behind it. "Because I want you. Trying out your... dick, sound good and fun. That something compels me to want to try it. And it's conclusion made many things."

Spike swallowed. "L-Like your heat?"

"My heat," Twilight said with a turn of the head, her tail swirling around her legs, with a blush rising in her cheeks, "and something else."

Spike could feel some of the tension phase out from as, despite the heat and taste of the air, he could breathe, enough to control his heartbeat. Those fears and anxieties. Everything within that did a twirl. It all left, faded, and left him some peace.

It wasn't his fear of the outside.

Bur rather.

Someone from the outside to quell all the pains within.

Twilight's hoof reached the top of his dick to squeeze, coaxing out some of his liquid, which she spread downward in the following pump. Then her muzzle appeared above it, allowing some spittle to fall onto his tip. She then spread it down his shaft. Getting him ready.

"Part of your problem is that you're a chaser, Spike, and don't feel worthy of being a receiver." Twilight's other foreleg rested over the curve of his leg, as her chest backed into the curve of his crotch. She focused on her work. "I can't say for sure why. Maybe because you've never actually been with a mare? Never had someone to see you that way before? But that should have gone away with Rarity."

Her eyes narrowed on the jerking of her hoof, while the dragon twitched, keeping himself in check in wiggling the digits on his feet. He breathed, slowly, to endure the spikes of love. "Maybe because you thought it was wrong to fantasy about mares like that? Or that to will them to yourself was wrong? You like them for them. But could never expect them to do anything to you..."

Her eyes closed as her hoof dropped to his base, and kept pumping onto to there, as she positioned herself above his tip. Her eyes reopened to look out to him. "Regardless of the reason. This is something that I want to do for you, Spike. Heat or not. Even if I didn't like this. I'd do it, anyway, because I want you to feel good."

She then chuckled. "But, then against, isn't that what you felt for me?"

Spike opened his mouth for a response only for the mare to take his dick into her own. The tightness of her muzzle guided his mast inward as the warmth, humidity, and wetness welcomed him so. He groaned in wiggling his claws and feet and hips onto the bed.

The feeling of being something tight and warm and wet and alive for that matter.

His eyes shut at once as to not blow his load. Needing to grip the sheets and curl his feet and push them back and forth on the bed. Then he breathed. Feeling that bubbling sensitivity of his dick slide more across the broadness of that tongue. How it caressed his ridges and seemed to flick on his bumps.

The whole thing caused him to feel in love.

His eyes shot open to Twilight lowering on his shaft, not even half of it inside and, already, touching the back of her throat. She looked at him with puffed cheeks and a mouthful. He would read the shock on her eyes that she had no clue what she was doing. All that talk and bluffing to finally have a stuffed cock.

And no idea what to do.

"C-Can you..." Spike grunted between the words. "...can you lick it? T-Try... bobbing on it. Like what you did with your hoof."

Twilight only applied pressure onto him, which he groaned and endured, before she returned to her efforts. Her hoof still pumped at his base as she lifted off from him, leaving only his tip on her lips, testing its flavour with her tongue.

Spike's fists batted into the mattress at feeling her lick him, teasing his shape and his taste, the way his flesh burned, the smoothness of all that was pink. Then she pumped down, leaning her neck, taking his shaft inside. Her tongue swirled on his underside, wanting to explore its curve, as her eyes remained fixated on him.

Watching him turned and groaned and hit the bed like a kid. Unable to repress the closing of his eyes or the little whining that was adorable. Even with inexperience, she could make him hers, to be fully exposed, unable to control himself. Nothing to hide behind as he showed how weak she could make him.

For only in that weakness, in reading it, could she make him feel the best he ever would.

Working on him. Licking and sucking only to find that the latter wasn't the right term. Sucking caused things to get tight and her rhythm to get trapped in a lock. After a few attempts, she ceased that, opting instead to pump herself up and down.

Twilight could feel everything about him. Every throb and the pump of blood inside his shaft. The needing for release and how she could give it to him. Going fast as to tease it, then slowly as to give him a chance to recover, then going fast once more.

She wanted to take more of him. To see him writhe and shout her name. Yes... yes. That tickled her everything. To listen to her dear Spike shout her name in pleasure and in a plea. To have that effect on someone. To be doing such a good job in an area where today was her first day.

But taking more caused his dick to touch the back of her throat. Deep throat. Could she even do that? There was that one time and test with a banana that... did not go as expected. But now. In seeing the dragon shake. In panting, moaning now, coming close to her starting syllables.

She was willing to take the hit.

Her horn lit in the light, and magic faded around her throat. Then with a held breath, she dove in, taking away her hoof as she felt his fullness barrel down her throat. Her body shivered in goodness at the feeling of her having her throat stretchered.

Her hoof reached to it, feeling the bulge, the shape of him, grinding inside, throbbing still. How her eyes rolled back in the feeling of goodness at the sensation of being complete. Her head rocked back and forth, out of instinct, while the rest of her was left in a daze.

She was aware of her mess. Of the fresh splash between her legs. The heat that bit at her lower lips and the wetness that dribbled and burned down her thighs. How she rocked on her flanks. Teasing the sheets against her vulva. Needing the tiniest stimulation to keep her in check.

"This... Ti... Twi..."

Twilight straightened at hearing it, her nickname, all the dragon could huff out. His head laid back and his body relaxed as he stared up in a daze to the sky. She'd been doing good enough as for all of his body to focus here. She smiled as well as she could with a mouth full of dick. She closed her eyes, continuing to bob, smoothly, catching into a rhythm.

So... dirty... yet it doesn't feel like it. W-Why? That one-night stand. It was nothing like this. M-Maybe it felt better—but then it didn't feel like anything at all afterward. My throat hurts. It's hard to breathe. I have to fight myself from gagging. But when I open my eyes...

The view of the dragon laying back had greeted her. Head lurched and frame the same as he gripped the sheets. Panting and sweating and changing her name. Barely able to keep his breath in all the groans and wiggles throughout his limbs.

He was cute. And weak. In need to be pleased. For a dragon—he looked sensitive. Stripped of all of his scales and left in her possession. He might be able to cry if she wanted it so. When his brow clenched, she slowed, and when his lips bit, she sped up.

Knowing his weaknesses allowed her to please him better.

It's not just a matter of s-sucking him off... Twilight's breath blew out her snout and grazed over the top of his shaft. It's a matter of wanting him to feel good.

"Twilight... mhm... T-Twilight!" His legs were pushed and pulled to her sides as though kicking at water. Soon his eyes sparked open, one of them shutting, as he looked at her. "I'm gonna... you might wanna..."

She waited and waited as the throbs were powerful and the pumping beneath was strong. The wild beast paused for a moment as, unable to help himself, the dragon started to thrust himself forward and back. Rocking and rolling and moaning.

He glanced at her to see her smile and the glint of her eyes. Letting her head go limp as to better suit whatever he needed. The dragon couldn't raise another fuss, surrendering to himself, leaning forward, setting claws on the back of her head, a firm grasp that caused a tickle and a flick to her tail.

Twilight felt the claws hold the back of her head as the dragon's hips flicked into her muzzle, barrelling his cock down the back of her throat, the tight passage, squeezing, its wet softness over him. He throbbed within the confines, and his head rolled around for it.

She didn't mind it. Oh no the girl did not. Instead fishing a hoof back beneath her frame and between her legs, touching at her clit, rolling it, slowly and smoothly, to the shudders it elicited. Getting off to being used like a toy. No. Not a toy. But as a means for the dragon to reach supreme relief.

Feeling her head back away from his crotch only to slide right into it, pulled back only to be pushed back in, over and over, feeling her tongue in a slope to conform to the underside of his dick. Feeling it slide over it, back and forth, as it barrelled down her throat, stuffing her emptiness with something.

The idea of this, with anyone else, at any other time, would have terrifiedher. Seeing a stallion's massive cock, that strange, alien thing, that would have scared her by itself—much less having to do things to it. Like get on her knees and take it into her mouth. To have hooves forcing her head into the shaft. To open up her mouth and force down her throat and—

But isn't that what I'm doing right now?

Twilight's body went limp as the dragon went to finish. Even with talons digging into her scalp and a dragon's load shooting down her throat—there was no fear. Rather she wished she were on her knees to suck him better. To take him in the shower to have warm water bathing her as she did it.

More fantasies zoomed.

To be eating at the table when, suddenly, a certain dragon had snuck between it, spreading her legs with claws, enjoying his dinner there. She'd giggle and continue her meal while reading while being pleased below.

Or to sneak into his room, early in the morning, when the sun was high but the dragon's morning wood was higher. To see how much she could touch it, suck it, watching his unconscious face for reactions. Anyone else and it would have been nightmares.

Yet they were fantasies with Spike.

Twilight snapped out of them in time to feel the claws leaving her head and the dragon pulling out from her mouth. His cock had gone still, and she knew what was coming. As he tried to back away, she pushed herself forward, enough to leave his dick on her tongue.

She licked, suckled, and waited.

"T-Twilight!"

And finally she heard her name, in the voice and shout, that she craved to hear it from.

His dick bounced on her tongue as tremors came from it. Then its end fired rope after rope of white as it dressed her maw in vines of milk. The second burst shot down her throat, which she swallowed, noting the burn. Hot and fertile. Like a spicy cream used in her coffee.

The dragon blew a few more, huffing and twisting, wiggling his toes, flicking his hips, riding out the final ends of the orgasmic high. His cock baked inside her maw. The temperature and wetness rise by the second. And then. The lips relented. And his dick pulled into the cool and open air.

The dragon nearly sat up for a moment as his head rolled and his world shook. His frame leaned back and, slowly, he collapsed into the mountain of pillows. They flattened beneath his weight to a sudden roar of springs. Everything was silent—save for their breathing.

Twilight pinched her bottom together in feeling a release from a lit horn, a fresh torrent of love, doused from her lips, and snaking down the bottom of her flanks and the back of her thighs. Her tongue touched around her mouth, at the warm milk, sans flavour, an oddity of taste that would take some getting used to.

She tilted back her head, swallowing, as a cute lump travelled down her throat. Spike watched this in silence. Once more. It was something neither of them expected to be. Yet, beyond the dirtiness, there was a reason behind the acts.

Something subconscious that drove them to do it.

It didn't take long for Twilight to crawl next to the dragon, to snuggle right next to him, easily, laying her hooves over abs. His arm didn't struggle to come down and claim her frame, hugging her next to his body, though, his arm stayed on her lower back.

Never daring to reach lower.

Silence hung in the room. Not something uncomfortable as, in the dimness, a violet aura burned. The magic of Twilight's horn appeared by the windows with a push upon them. They opened as the dam of sex washed out into the night air.

Coldness and freshness fizzled into the bedroom.

All was still quiet as the two could finally breathe oxygen. They were accustomed to the smell between the other's legs—although a break from it was nice. Words still needed to be said. A conversation of sorts. But this absence of sounds wasn't uncomfortable.

It was like the two had been taken back to all those years ago, where they could lie together by a fire, with winter outside a nearby window, with the dragon leaned against her barrel, he in comics, she in a novel, for hours without a said word.

Now it was her at his side, with his arm holding her to him. Her hooves still felt across him, loving the feeling of brushing her hooves across the swells of his chest, the smooth scales, the rise and dip of muscles, the feeling of how sleek they were.

She did it both for how nice it felt to her, and also to have it felt to him.

S-Sometimes love can be a win-win.

Her heart stuttered at that word.

Love.

"So... how was it?"

Twilight blinked from her blush. Her cheek laid on his chest and her eyes glanced up. Spike's head was propped on a pillow, his eyes, brightly green, and his scales, a dim purple. His claw rushed up her back, tracing across the trail of her spin—something she wiggled into.

"It was... good."

Spike's eye narrowed and his head cocked. "How'd it taste?"

She blinked. "Spike, are you—"

"First time I went down on you, I wasn't sure how the taste would be." He coughed. "I uh. At the time. Kinda wished..."

Twilight's body relaxed with a sweet giggle. "Yes. The taste is kinda weird. Nothing that I don't mind! Just wish that, maybe, I had..."

"Yeah." Spike's claws came to hold her hooves, lifting him off him—not without a kiss to each—before he shuffled out of her hold. Twilight frowned as the dragon sat at the edge of the bed. "Already got you. Just... give me a second."

Spike went to stand on shaky legs that soon buckled beneath his weight. His rump crashed into the bed and gave an explosive exhale. Then he looked to the side, coming to hold the bedpost, rising again, holding, leaning onto it.

He stood and stood still for a moment. Then he took a step forward, still weak, the claw on the post going to the dresser. He stumbled forward, his claw tracing over the wooden surface, knocking things onto the ground.

Twilight watched his tall body disappear into the darkness of the room, his claw reaching for the wall next, him falling into it, his shoulder brushing across it. She would have been annoyed, of course, were it not for the fact that, because of her work, the dragon could hardly walk.

That ticked in her mind.

I was so good as to make a dragon weak afterward.

That was an alien thought.

Being weak had never been a good thing. Or making others weak for that matter. Her being bullied evoked the need to be smarter and more magically powerful. Becoming a princess was a test of her resolve to never stumble or stutter. Being weak or making others weak. It was an inherently bad thing.

Spike could have walked across that bedroom with ease were it not for that blowjob. Yet this felt better. Right, somehow. Twilight shook her head and decided to be done with the thoughts. Mind already on overload and tension already rising even from her release.

Spent so long in her mind that she didn't even notice the return of the dragon. He sat on the side of the bed with a drink. Plastic cup that he turned and passed to her. Twilight took it with her hooves and he turned away again.

Twilight couldn't see the water, but brought the rim to her lips, drinking, washing away the remains of both gunk and taste from her mouth. She drank the whole cup and passed it back to him. She wiped her lips as he set it on the dresser.

He laid back on the bed and, once again, she was on him.

But something was different now. She laid on his side, but it felt colder and, when she looked up at him—he was looking away. Elsewhere. The corner glow of his eyes was still there. But he was distant. Gone. And being close suddenly felt like an intrusion.

Twilight backed off him. Only a foot of space between them. It hit her. Things could suddenly change and that there was a reason being weak could hurt. To need to snuggle against him, only for him to turn away.

When you're strong... when you get hurt... it hurts less.

But... when you're weak... when you get hurt... it hurts... a lot more.

"Sorry."

She'd expected the words from her lips, but it came from his, instead.

"What?" Twilight blinked and shook in place. "Why?"

"I... uh... I-I used you, Twilight."

Wait.

"You mean with the... head grabbing thing?"

"Y-Yeah! Got so... wrapped up in it that I... I... I used you." His head rolled back and he looked to the ceiling. "Just wanted to feel even more good and just... stopped caring for whatever happened. And the way you looked! It just... I... did something that I..."

The sheets shuffled as she leaned over the dragon and pressed a hoof to his lips. "You didn't do anything that I didn't want you to do, Spike. Truth be told. I'd normally be scared. Never thought I'd find myself in a situation like that—ever."

Her hoof pulled away for her lips to take its place. She kissed him. Slowly. Tenderly. Infusing all that she felt for him. Breaking the kiss only to dive back in. Peppering him. Coming to lift the rest of her body onto his frame. She kissed over his face. Peppering every spot. Eyes closed, her kisses, loud, as she loved him.

“But I wanted you. To hear you say my name. To make you feel better than you'd ever felt before."

His eyes clenched even though he inched up, coming to kiss her cheek, then over her cheek, the two awkwardly kissing the other. When one pulled, one pushed, and one pushed, one pulled. "I-It's... not that. Just. The way you looked. Down there. Hair over your face. My..."

Twilight pulled away, breathing loudly with a smirk, to pause their kisses. "With your dick in my mouth?"

No stutters or stumbles as the mare chose to be strong in a matter where they were still weak.

"Yeah. You looked really... cute. In a way that I shouldn't have seen you as."

Twilight snickered. "But what if I like being cute with your dick in my mouth? What if I wanted you to take me and use me and see me as adorable throughout? I certainly enjoyed it. This deal of ours isn't only for me to get off."

Spike breathed. "But I only did it to help you get over your heat. Expecting something in return—"

"We're a bit beyond doing it just for the heat, aren't we, Spike?"

His eyes flicked down and he thought about something for a moment. The way his eyes glowed. The neon of green that was like a vortex for her attention. The way she could gaze into them. They burnt on kindness and timidness. So bright and yet so shy. Such a paradox.

Then he looked up at her with a strained throat. "I love you, Twilight."

She smiled. "I love you too, Spike."

His head shook. "No no. I... I think I might... really love ya, Twilight."

Then she blinked. Pushing her forehooves onto his chest as to sit straight, she looked down, feeling a tickle at her hoof. She looked at it to feel it over his heart. It was racing. Not from sex or their proximity.

Rather from his confession.

"Oh."

There was no professional way for a princess to leave the dragon, so this one opted to fall to the side, off his body, and rolled onto her side to give even more space. She laid away from him with back all that he could see. The sheets beneath him shuffled—although he did not move.

"T-Twi?" Seconds passed before he coughed. "T-Twilight, I mean?"

The princess tore her lips inside her mouth and chewed on them from going close to distant in the change of phrasing. She swallowed. Trying to control her breathing. Keeping it low so the dragon couldn't hear. "Y-Yeah. Just... one second, Spike."

Seconds passed.

"I'm sorry."

The back of her head shook to him. "No no. Don't be. Just... wasn't expecting another courting."

She could feel him recoil. "Another courting? What? I..."

The princess tightly shut her eyes and exhaled the pain as to compose herself once again. “S-Sorry. Terrible phrasing. Just wasn't expecting that tonight."

Silence.

"Was it... too far?"

"No no." Another shake of the head as the princess curled into herself, above the blankets, feeling like a unicorn again. Her tail flicked over her front, out of the dragon's view, and she held it, stroked it. "Nothing ever too far with you. But, um. I-I... think I need some time to think about it."

The bed sunk and rose as the dragon stood from it and, in his absences, the mattress went from a pond to a sea. All that space and freedom should have been a good thing. Yet that sea of absence killed her. Especially when the size of the pond meant that she would be closer to another.

"Take all the time you need." His footsteps were like cracks against the ground, and she hid into herself to avoid his gaze. It wasn't something she could handle right now. But, to him, it must appear like she didn't want to see him. That weakness would harm him. "And... I don't need you to return anything."

That broke a line from her. "Wha... how do you mean?"

"It means that I don't need you to return anything... that way." A distant creak sounded and a footstep went past it. "It's the same as it was before. I want to do anything I can for you. I never expected anything in return for it. I want to do it for you."

Twilight swallowed. Wasn't that how love... or romance was supposed to be? You love someone and they love you? Or they don't love you—and you find someone else to love? Love had to be returned. Was the act of loving enough? To love something or someone, that in of itself, and nothing else?

Anxiety buzzed. And Twilight had enough.

"Thank you, Spike." She breathed. "Sorry we didn't get to... tonight. But I promise we will soon."

She could hear the smile beneath his chuckle. "Right. Goodnight, Twilight."

No calling me Twi.

“Good night, Spike.”

The door closed. And the princess was alone—where it was easiest to be strong.

Author's Note

Sorry for missing the usual update.

Ended up getting a VR headset and lost in a game called Reize Me.

The rest, for those who know me well, should be explained.

Until next time.
~ Yr. Pal, B