Author's Note

V | Dashing Through the Rainbow

~ V ~

Dashing Through the Rainbow

As he wandered down the trail that led back into town, Spike marvelled at the fact that he was still awake and walking, much less alive from all the previous events. Every confession was met with love-making—which didn't allow him much breathing and thinking space. Thankfully, nothing bothered him today, and so he wasn't too fussed about it.

It wasn't long until the blur of passing ponies greeted him on either side, and the green landscape subtle changed into buildings and statues. Out of the corner of his eyes, some ponies looked up at his presence with turned and tilted heads, some ponies turned away at the sight of him, and before any feelings of alienation could settle inside of him, the drake placed his claws behind his head and gazed up at the clear blue sky.

His heart was set at peace in a second.

"Looks like Rainbow Dash didn't cut any slack today." A smile swept across his lips as his first memory of her was evoked, the sight of the cyan blue clearing all the clouds in under ten seconds making him giggle while infusing his heart with admiration. "Maybe I'll even see her in action one of these days. Heck, actually see and visit Cloudsdale, for that matter."

It was a well-known fact that, even though planning and embarking on a trip is fun, nothing quite beats the sensation of embarking on a quest spontaneously—of dropping everything in your life, along with a couple of friends, and chasing after your desires in a long fit of laughter and disbelief at your sudden actions.

The only issue in the previous statement is not the negligence in one's duties, but rather, convincing one's friends to do the same.

"Crud, it may be too late to go." Spike glanced right along the sky, seeing the sun making its way westward. "I'm already spent as if, and I probably get there as everything was closing."

This, of course, was followed by everyone's favourite pair of words.

"Fuck it."

The walk to Friendship Castle was brisk with the door, for some odd reason cracked opened. Spike was careful walking in, knowing that Twilight would be anything but pleased with him at the moment, but as he carried himself down the crystal halls, all that was heard was the sound of his own footsteps.

In hindsight, more care should have been paid toward this fact, but Spike was careless.

He soon travels through the halls and up the stairs, passing through yet another corridor and then a set of large doors—something pushed open with relative ease as light, and a breeze cut into the building.

The Twinkling Balloon eclipsed the sun as it was but naught a halo to it. The drake failed to remember the last time he'd been inside of it, much less being allowed to operate it. As a dragon, it was in his blood to dream of flying across the sky. Still, with the absences of wings, his distant hope quickly turned into despair—though as his claw claimed the side of its basket, he was determined to change despair back into hope by the efforts of his own stupidity.

Spike hopped over the basket, settling in place after a few steps. He looked up, finding the burner without gasoline. This wasn't an issue for the drake who, after inhaling deeply and feeling a fire build in his chest, grinned as he tasted his own heat reach its apex as he blasted upward a steady green jet of flames that shot into the balloon.

The heat of the fire expanded the balloon, and in the same burst of momentum, the balloon short forth into the blue sky—along with one passenger screaming with joy as he felt himself being whisked away into the blue beyond.

Spike couldn't contain his excitement as he leaned over the basket, seeing the castle below shrink and become more distant, a slight commotion happening on the ground at the balloon that suddenly rocketed into the sky. He waved to them, doubtful that he would be seen, but he was too ecstatic to care about such trivialities.

The sky was even more gorgeous up close. The air was cool but refreshing, his stomach feeling week, but his body filled with a sense of freedom. The balloon tore forward a little faster than before, each burst of flames bigger and more powerful than the jet that came before.

Spike couldn't believe it—he was going to Cloudsdale after all these years! He heard the stories and whined when the girls kept going without him, it was always a place he dreamed about without having seen. His life, once considered meaningless in the confines of his room, was now something of worth with a destination in mind.

Then it came, off in the distance from his trusty sail, the floating city that was home to all that is magic and pegasi. The city itself was the epitome of busy, with pegasi flying from and to the many entrances and docks the place had to offer, many just going for a stroll with their wings instead of their hooves. This simple fact made the drake place his elbow on the basket and look, watching the life and seeing the many building made of clouds, leaning forward as his interest kept being piqued. He needed to get closer, to see more of this amazing place and to know more about this different way of life, leaning forward so much that, after a gust of wind attacked the balloon, he had no way to counter-balance himself as he slipped over the basket and into the open sky he wanted to soar across so badly.

But instead of soaring, the dragon was now plummeting to his death.

The frigid wind raced up around his plummeting body, hissing in his ears with the unsavoury sight of the ground below growing with every passing second. His body felt light against the current, except this time, he didn't feel as free as he did before. HerHis arms began to tremble as a scream began to build in his lungs, but the moment it found its escape, something entirely different happened.

"Meh." Spike turned around in his falling, the oppressive current now comforting to his back like a bed made of thin air. It only took him a few moments to stretch out his arms and then his legs, yawning all the while, before bringing his claws to the back of his head and getting himself some long-needed shuteye. "If I'm gonna go, I might as well go out in my own way."

"Too bad that's quite a way to go." Spike opened his eyes to a pegasus falling alongside him, forelegs behind her head as her chromatic mane blew upwards from the wind. She was smiling at him. "Can't say I've seen you around these parts, or heck, much of you anywhere for that matter."

"Bit of a long story."

"Longer than the drop to your death?"

"Probably," Spike said, shrugging. "Think you'll be able to save me, or am I doomed with a capital D?"

"If it were anypony else, they'd be scraping you off the ground." Rainbow turned onto her front and pressed a hoof into her chest. "Luckily for you, a Wonderbolt will be saving the day!"

"...I thought you were only an honorary member."

"Details, details!" She crossed her forelegs. "You wanna be saved or not?"

"Guess I don't really have a choice here, but then again, you would be on the top of the list for anything else."

“I would be on the top period.” Rainbow glided past his legs and tail and along his body, putting her forelegs under his arms as she pulled his chest against her own. She did the same with her hindlegs, wrapping them just above his crotch, and with the drake secured against her, she put her wings to work. "Now, let's just see if we can reach the top."

"Reaching the top with our bodies pressed together, with one us heaving as she worked and the other doing absolutely nothing? Oh yes, I can see myself not being the top more often."

Rainbow's cheek tinted pink. Whether this was from exertion or something else was to be decided.

"Agh!" Rainbow felt her wings fail for a second, the two dropping a few feet for they picked up the slack again, flapping harder before their owner began to groan. "Last time I saw you, your head didn't even come up to my flanks!"

"Which is convenient," Spike said as the floating city came into view, "because now my claws can reach your flanks quite easily."

Rainbow chuckled, and then a moment later, narrowed her eyes. "You better not be getting any funny ideas from this."

"I've got a few knock-knock jokes in mind."

"Keep them and your claws to yourself." Rainbow struggled to get the words out, to keep the conversation going although she was going to fall any moment, and it would be the end to both of them. Her gaze shot about for any kind of solution, an improbability in the sky for its absence of things. "Wait a second, is that..."

Spike didn't have time to finish her through as he felt the two of them begin to dive, cutting through the air as their bodies plummet once again, and before he could turn to look, he felt the hooves holding him close let go as though he were cargo.

The free-fall to his death, this time, only lasted two seconds.

Spike felt himself collide against the base of the basket, the hot air balloon swinging upon his impact, though it only took a few moments to it to become steady and for the drake to return to his feet. Once he had done so, he was greeted by the sight of Rainbow Dash, hooves resting on the edge of the basket as she held on with a grin.

"Now this makes a lot more sense," Rainbow said. "I was trying to figure out how you made up here in the first place." She began scanning the basket. "Say, where's Twilight anyway? Not like her to let you fall like that."

"Dunno." Spike shrugged. "Last time I saw her was this morning. She wanted to spend the day doing chores, so I deiced to jump out of a window instead."

"Did you now?" Rainbow pulled herself up on the edge of the basket, keeping herself balanced on it, the sight similar to that of a cat as she fluttered her wings and inspected his head. "Just what else did you do today, hey, Spike?"

"A lot of kissing and telling," Spike replied as the pegasus placed her forelegs on his head, feeling her run her hooves along his scalp. "Only the telling came before the kissing, and I was telling everyone about how much I wanted to kiss them."

"Didn't know hitting your head made you more sarcastic."

"I didn't hit my head!" Spike pulled out from her contact. "Just... woke up feeling a bit different than usual. In fact, I'm feeling better than usual."

"Riiight," Rainbow said, hopping into the basket as well. "Good for you. I'm sure Twilight will love to hear all about this once we get you back home." She rose onto her hind legs and began to fiddle with the burners. "Just as soon as I can figure this out."

"It won't work without my fire," Spike said simply, earning the mare's gaze as he leaned back against the basket. "And I'm not going home right away either. I'm going to Cloudsdale, and no matter what, I'll be getting to Cloudsdale."

"What if I got in your way?" Rainbow fell back onto all hooves, stepping toward him. "What if I made you turn this balloon around and forced you back into the castle?"

Spike stepped forward as well. "I could take you."

"Really now?" Rainbow began rocking herself left and right, causing the basket to sway and the balloon to shift in its course. "Wouldn't take much to flip this baby and watch you fall again. Think you can take me then?"

"Only if you got close." Spike began rocking himself as well, the basket quickly becoming unsteady. "I don't mind falling. Heck, I don't even mind dying so long as they're choices I made for myself."

"Is that so?" Rainbow stopped rocking and squinted an eye. "You're really going to be that stubborn?"

"Better stubborn than a slave." Spike grinned as he stopped rocking. "So, what's it going to be?"

Rainbow Dash studied him for a few moments, watching his every movement and expression, searching for any cracks in his will, but as the stare-off continued, it became too apparent to her that the dragon standing tall was resolute in his words.

She couldn't help but grin, her teeth glinting in the sunlight. "What are you waiting for then? Set sail to Cloudsdale!"

Spike watched her for a moment later, waiting for a break in her character or to spring some kind of trick, but as her grin persisted under his examination, so too did one of his own stretch across his lips; a moment later, they split apart as a jet of fire whisked the balloon ever north.

"Wooooo-hooooooo!"

The screams of excitement shot across the sky as the speeding balloon cut through any cloud that got in its way, the floating city of rainbows growing ever larger and closer. Rainbow, who tucked her forelegs against the rim of the casket, turned her head and looked up at the drake in the same position. "Hey, big guy! Isn't it about time we cut the speed?!"

"Are you kidding!?" Spike kept leaning forward as the current of wind rushed past his face. "This is amazing! Why would I ever want to stop?"

"Maybe because the city is coming right at us!" Rainbow's forelegs slipped from the rim as her body fell back into the casket. She quickly landed on her hooves, lightly shaking her head as she gazed upward at the hanging controls. "Now, where's the breaks?!"

"No idea!" Spike said as he soon broke into laughter. "I just shot fire into the balloon and hoped for the best!"

"You moron!" Rainbow stumbled left and right as the casket shook more and more. "How could you think getting into a hot air balloon without learning about it would be a good idea!?"

"I didn't feel like playing around—I just wanted to fly!"

"Well, congrats!" Rainbow rose on her hind legs as her forelegs contacted the burner, fiddling with the leavers on either side. "Because now you're going to die!"

Spike leaned forward evermore as the wind whipped into his ears. The sight of Cloudsdale huge before him did not strike fear into his heart; in fact, he even reached out a claw towards it and slowly began to close his digits.

"C'mon... c'mon!" Rainbow cried as she began pulling down on the leaver harder and faster than the time before, sweat forming on her brow as her pupils shrunk at the sight of the city. A second later, a snap was heard, and the mare no longer found resistance when she pulled—in fact, she found the leaver detached in resting in her hoof. "Ah, crud."

"Hey, I just remembered something!" Spike cried out as he turned about, feet held a foot above the ground of the casket. "When I getting the balloon started and all that."

"What?!" Rainbow cried as she tossed the lever, coming before the drake as the city was only a few seconds away. "What did you remember?! Was it the breaks, a way to turn around—what is it?!"

Spike reached up to the burner and twisted the dial back. The balloon began to lose its momentum. He rose his claw to a set of hanging cords, pulling each one experimentally as the platform loomed below the casket. With all speed gone and control in the two cables, the drake fiddle with the ropes for only a few moments, coming to land the ballon on one of the few hard surfaces to be found in the city.

Rainbow hung over the casket, blowing up her mane. "You knew how to stop the ballon this whole time, didn't you?"

"That I did." Spike ducked to the compartment between his legs, taking out a vial and stabbing his claw into its cork, pulling it out and bringing the glass to his lips, chugging the contents. Afterward, he tossed the vial over his shoulder and hopped over the casket.

"You idiot!" Rainbow cried as her wings flared up. Once again, she would have to save the numbskull. "What are you…"

Spike's feet impressed on the cloud. It gently rebounded his weight.

Rainbow was slacked jaw. "Why…"

"Hey, mom." Spike raised his arms as he turned around. He grinned. "No wings!"

Rainbow hopped over the casket and landed on the cloud. "But how in the hay are you standing right now, much less falling to your death… again.”

"Give me some credit," Spike said, "I'm not a total idiot. Twilight perfected the cloud walking spell ages ago and condensed it into a potion. She always packs one or two in the hot air balloon just in case anything happens."

"I guess that makes sense." Rainbow walked over and rose onto her hind legs. Before the drake could question it, she threw her foreleg, as hard as she could manage, into his arm.

"And that doesn't make sense!" Spike stepped back and rubbed his arm. "What was that for?"

"For pulling a stunt like that and not warning me beforehand." Rainbow fell to her flanks and crossed her forelegs over her fluffy chest. "Now that we've taken care of that, it's about time you did some explaining.

"There's nothing to explain," Spike replied with a raise of a claw. "I wanted to get out and explore Cloudsdale, and now that I'm here, I plan on doing exactly that." He gazed about the street of homes made of small clouds, up to where rainbow sporadically poured from the sky, then off to the distance to where the blue sky loomed. "Still can't believe I'm actually here, to be honest with you."

Rainbow was silent for a moment as she followed his gaze. "That's something I'm gonna agree with you on... gonna need you to explain it as well."

Spike slumped.

"...over some cotton candy." Rainbow grinned up at him before beginning down the street, flicking her prismatic tail. "Or maybe we'll talk after we've had some pizza." She nodded as she paused, looking back. "You coming or what? Figured you'd be sprintingsince you almost died to get here."

Spike gave a laugh as he quickly caught up to her, and together, the two began walking down the street to the distant hub of the city.

"I can't believe you used to work here."

"I know, it's pretty awesome—just like me." Rainbow kept to the right of the tall dragon as they continued down the slim platform, a stream of rainbows pouring from above into contains down below. "Check this out!" Rainbow, with a cone of cotton candy held by her hoof, stuck it over the railing and into the liquid rainbow. Once pulled back, the pink fluff was now streaked in a rainbow fashion. "See?!"

"That is... cool!" Spike did the same with his cone, and despite having seen the results, he grinned ear to ear at his rainbow cotton candy. "It's so simple yet so amazing!"

"I know, I know, no need to say my name twice." Rainbow smirked. "But give that cone a lick, and you'll be repeating it anyway."

Rainbow parted her lips and shoved the tip of the cone in her tight muzzle...

Spike did precisely the same thing...

And at the exact same moment afterward, with Rainbow's wings shooting out, they shouted: "Amazing!"

The two quickly scarfed the remainder of their cotton candy. Spike took both of their remaining cones, and with a jet of green flames, quickly sent them away. He looked down at the pegasus. "I don't know how you do it."

"What, be amazing?"

"Sorta that, but not quite." Spike looked down to watch the mare as she walked. He was enamoured by her, from her bold steps to her chest stuck out, the puff of her fluff and glow of her mane. His thoughts became dirtier as gaze travelled along her sleek barrel to her flanks—fat enough to jiggle but firm enough to draw a fair share of eyes. "You've got a cuisine fit for a princess, and yet, you've remained more fit than one."

"I'd be a terrible Wonderbolt if I wasn't in my peak."

"And you're definitely at your peak in more than a few things." Spike fell back a step and inched his head right, watching her ass sway left and right in front of him, trying to get a glance at what was hidden beneath her tail.

She looked back and caught him instantly.

"H-Hey! No peeking under my tail!" Rainbow quickly lowered her trail as chromatic strands draped over her supple flanks. She quickly slowed her step and walked alongside him once more. "Okay, something's definitely different if you're pulling that stunt." Her cheeks tinted pink as she averted her gaze. "I thought you weren't even into mares."

"Oh, trust me, I'm into them big time." Spike looked forward as an open door loomed up ahead. "Just had trouble letting them know."

"Except for today, apparently."

"First time I've heard you complained about getting attention."

"Just keep your eyes focused on the storm clouds."

Outside the rainbow factory near the center of the city, the evening had finally taken its hold.

The cloudy streets of the city were filled to the brim with pegasi of all kinds of colours. The sky saw constant flying and traffic as shadows passed over the ground below. The place was so otherworldly to the likes of Ponyville, though in some aspects, a lot of things were still the same.

This was sort of scene Spike watched from his chair inside the pizza joint, on the opposite side of a high table with Rainbow on the other end, both with pizza in their claws and hooves that were soon fed into their mouths.

"That's it, really," Spike said as he took another bite of his slice. "I was wasting my life away, waking up just to do chores so I could retire back to my room, becoming more bored and depressed. I needed to break out somehow, to just... do something new."

Rainbow nodded.

"I realized that, if you skip out on life long enough, you feel the need to play catch up." Spike chuckled, throwing the crust inside his mouth. "No fear, no excuse, no regret—I was going to make up for lost time and dreams even if it meant crashing and burning with that hot air balloon."

Rainbow leaned back in her seat. "Gotta give you credit and say you grew some balls, Spike." She snickered. "Let's just see if that attitude holds up after Twilight gets a good look at her destroyed balloon."

"I'll find a way to pay her back."

"Oh," Rainbow said, "I'm sure you will." She put the remainder of her slice back into the box of pizza. "So what's the gameplan—"

“Well if it isn't Rainbow Crash.” The drake and the mare turned their heads to the chime of the door, finding a trio of stallions walking into the joint. All three of them came in their direction with grins pulling at their muzzles. "Funny seeing you here without broken glass all around the floor."

"And it's funny seeing you here with all those bits you don't make." Rainbow glared at Dumbbell, the leader of the pact, as he came up to their table. "Did ya have to give a special service to some unfortunate stallion just to make it through the door?"

"Funny a fillyfooler should be talking about stallions." Dumbbell rose to his hind legs, leaning forward and stealing a slice of pizza—the very one she put down. "How you face flares pink at the very prospect of talking to a real stallion. You're so pathetically cute." He brought the slice to his lips, kissing at where she had taken a bite. "Mmmhmm. I can still taste your saliva.”

"W-Who said you could take our pizza!" Rainbow threw herself forward at him, her muzzle an inch away from his. Spike watched the event unfold, taking another slice and beginning to eat it silently. "You're going to pay for this whole box when you're done!"

"I do not mind paying in the slightest." Dumbbell titled his head right. "I'll meet you out back and show you what a real stallion can do." He returned to all four hooves. "The only chance you'll get at being anywhere near a cock, so really, you should be thanking me."

"You'll be getting a hoof in your mouth if you don't back away." Rainbow rose from her seat as she meant to drop to the ground at a moment's notice. "There's not a pony here that'll take issue with me wiping the floor with you."

"I seriously doubt that, my love." Dumbbell chuckled as he stepped backward. "In fact, everyone in here loves me—hard not to, I believe." His gaze then fell on the silent drake, his grin growing wider. "Ah-ha! Now everything is starting to make sense."

Rainbow raised an eyebrow.

"The rumour of you being a fillyfooler must have driven you a bit crazy, eh?" Dumbbell snickered. "I mean, who else would be so crazy as to date a purple lizard?" He glanced at the drake just to see him too focused on his pizza to be bothered. "Hey, lizard! I'm talking to you!"

Spike looked up at him and tilted his head.

"Don't you know your kind isn't wanted here?" Dumbbell grinned once more at recovering his edge. "Your kind brings about fire and chaos, fear and death. The insanity of a sister is the only reason why Princess Celestia permitted her birth." His eyes narrowed as flame lit within his pupils. "She must be regretting that choice by now, wouldn't you agree?"

Spike responded by grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Hey boss," the brown stallion right of Dumbbell said, "he ain't saying nothin' to you."

"Yeah," the gray stallion right of Dumbbell agreed, "he's a bit of a quiet one, ain't he? Should we pull on his tongue and make him sing?"

Dumbbell rolled his eyes. "This one here is probably an inbred; his brother and sister joining together in the creation of his egg." He looked back at Rainbow and nodded toward the door. "So how about it, fillyfooler? How about the three of us take you out back and your stallion friend, oh, hehe, dragonfriend over there can watch." He snickered. "He'd probably get off to stallions running a train on you."

"W-W-We're not dating!" The embarrassment and anger of it all drove Rainbow back in her seat, putting her off guard. "And if you even think about putting a hoof on me, I'll take the three of you on, and you won't even know what happened to ya!"

"My my, is that a promise?" Dumbbell raised his hoof to her mane, just inches away from caressing her chromatic strands. "My boys have been getting restless for fight both on the streets and under the sheets, and you look like you'll do nicely for both, fillyfooler."

Rainbow flinched, and in that same movement, when she expected to feel that disgusting hoof upon her, she instead felt the smoothness of the back of a claw. She focused her eyes on the claw, shivering at the proximity of its sharp contours.

Dumbbell looked twice as startled and even more so afraid. "Y-Y-You let go of me, you brute!"

"As you wish." Spike threw up the stallion's hoof, momentarily lifting him into the air as he let go; in a split second, he had his fist cocked back, and as the stallion began to fall, unlocked his arm and unleashed a devastating punch across the stallion's face—sending him flying across the lobby as he collided into two wooden tables. "Now then, all three of us are going to have a little chat."

Spike stepped forward as he cracked his neck, stopping in place to do the same with his knuckles. "I don't care if you call me a lizard, or heck, even a monster—I'll just shrug that stuff off. But bully my friend?" He pummeled his fist into his palm. "I don't care what Princess Celestia may think after hearing about what happens here. No one bullies my friends and gets away with it."

The two accompanying stallions stepped aside from the towering drake, almost knocked out the exertion of his willpower. They looked back at their fallen boss.

"Just who do you think you are?!" Dumbbell placed both forehooves on the split tables, straining to push Himself upward. "A dragon hitting a pony? Could you imagine the headlines that will be made about this? How your primitive kind will never be allowed to mingle with the likes of us?"

"That's one thing you're right about." Spike stepped past Rainbow, who's jaw had yet to come back up. "Our kind will never mingle with the likes of you."

"You BRUTE!" Dumbbell pushed himself to his hooves and charged forward, pulling back his right foreleg as he threw it forward against the drake's stomach. "You dare think yourself above me?" Another punch, another hit; another hoof, striking again. "You are beneath me! Everyone should cower at my sight or suffer my might!" His speed of punches increased, though his target didn't retreat an inch. "Especially that CUNT of a fillyfoole—"

Dumbbell lost his breath as a claw gripped at the nape of his neck, its sharp contours conforming to his coat and digging at his fur, the force of the impact slamming his entire body against the ground and before the high table.

"No one is buying that heap of crap you just sprout." Spike bent his knees and brought his muzzle to the fallen stallion's perked ears. "Scream whatever nonsense you like about me once we're done, but until then, the only words coming out of your mouth is an apology toward the beautiful and talent miss Rainbow Dash." The tips of his digits pressed into the stallion's flesh. "Do we have an understanding?"

Dumbbell whimpered.

Spike tightened his grip.

"I-I'm sorry!" Dumbbell cried. "I didn't mean a word of what I said, honest!" He began to hyperventilate. "You've always just been so amazing that a… that a girl could do so much. It isn't fair!" His muscles relaxed when the claw let go of his neck. "All our attacks have been out of jealousy. A pegasus as strong and as beautiful as you is so unfair to a stallion like me—it makes me feel the need to put you down somehow."

Dumbbell cringed as a foot slammed down between his forelegs. He looked up the scaly ankle to the drake's face. "Coward."

Dumbledd tilted his head.

"You were the one with the misguided feelings!" Spike towered over him with his arms crossed. "You couldn't handle what you felt, and instead of confronting the pain behind your feeling, you inflicted that pain on someone else to escape it. On an undeserving accomplished mare no less!"

Dumbbell rose to his hooves. He kept his head low.

"The next time someone makes you feel inferior," Spike said, leaning over to grab Rainbow's hoof and pull her to his side, "focus on yourself instead of them. Maybe you'll actually fix something instead of making the world worse for it."

"Hey!" Rainbow looked up at the drake from his side, wings flared and cheeks red. "I-I-I don't need you to defend me! And let go of my—"

"You're right!" Dumbbell circled around in place. Passing ponies on the street outside peeked inside the windows of the establishment, ears perked from the yelling and eyes glued on the conflict. "The one I should really be focusing on here is you!" He dropped his shoulders, changed his grin to a frown, turning around with his lips quivering. "Somepony help me! A dragon, a violence-loving beast, is trying to harm me!"

More ponies stopped and looked. Most had their eyebrows arched.

"Oh, c'mon, you coward!" Rainbow squeezed the drake's claw, pulling him back as she turned around. "Quick Spike, we need to get you out of here!"

Even when he was being yanked backward by the pegasus, Spike kept looking at the stallion. "Come on! I can take him and his boys."

Rainbow yanked his claw hard enough to turn him around, and with another pull, brought his sharp muzzle down an inch away from hers. "Do you think Twilight and Celestia can take hearing their favourite dragon being a monster in the papers?" She glared over at the ponies flooding inside. "Doesn't matter if you're in the right or wrong if ponies are tricked about what really happened here."

Spike bit his bottom lip, and after a moment of silence, nodded his head. "Fine. You have a point. Let's get out of here."

With hoof in claw and claw in hoof, the two quickly fled the scene.

"It ain't much," Rainbow said as she kicked open the door to her apartment, a place to retreat whenever her hyper parent was in town, "but make yourself at home." She walked into the dark, compact room; streaks of light cut into the ground from the sole window. "Bathroom is at your right, and the fridge is to your left. Help yourself to whatever you can find."

Spike entered the room silently and closed the door behind him. He gazed about the room for a moment, the only furniture being a bed in the corner with the walls being devoid of any shelves or posters—it was hard to believe that minimalist and Rainbow Dash could ever go together.

And if Spike had to be honest, the simplicity of the room and of the mare was attractive to him. Back at his own room, he used every inch of space to fill with books and comics and his collection of various things, but the room felt too compact, too filled, that whenever he entered, he felt suffocated by all the things belonging to him.

"So when nopony can find you, this is where you hideaway." Spike watched as the mare settled on the bed, sitting on its edge as she looked up at him. Her head was tilted, and her rosy eyes glinted in the low light—a stunning ethereal beauty that could only be captured when the mare was silent. "Can't say I don't do the same every once in a while, and by everyone once in a while, I mean weeks at a time."

That elicited a soft giggle from the mare. She was smiling.

"Of course, it doesn't help when everypony knows where your room is." Spike stopped walking just before the bed, unable to look away from the cyan pegasus. "You got a pretty nice flat here. Thanks for showing it to me." He chuckled. "If I ever run away from home again and need a place to crash, can I just stay here?"

Rainbow giggled. "Sure, if you can steal the key from me and get a copy made."

"... can't blame me for trying my luck, then."

"That I can't." Rainbow continued to smile. After a second, she lowered her head. "So, about today, I kinda… y'know, wanted to thank you for the whole punch thing, and like, standing up for me when I got called a fillyfooler."

"Don't sweat it." Spike shrugged. "What's the story behind it, anyway? Sounded like a rumour Dumbbell started out of jealousy or somethin'."

"No...no. Dumbbell may have started the rumour, but only cause I gave him the fuel to start the fire." Rainbow sighed, looking away. "I... I seriously can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

Spike bent a knee as he smiled softly. "I promise not to laugh."

"Thanks." Rainbow looked at his face, blushing at its proximity. "The rumour about me being a fillyfooler started a long, long time ago. It was a time when stallions were.... when stallions were..."

"...when stallions were?" Spike added.

"When stallions were a bit scary," Rainbow finished with a shiver. She glared at him. "You can't laugh!"

Spike curled his lips inward.

Rainbow looked down. She sighed. "Most of the stallions I knew growing up were, well, bullies. They were constantly poking fun at Fluttershy me, and Celestia forbids, I ever let my guard down, those stallions would have just found a way to attack that would have really stung."

"I...never knew." Spike lightly shook his head, blinking. "I always imagined you were tough growing up, but I never thought about the reason that forced you to be tough."

"It's not exactly something that comes up," Rainbow said with a tilt of her head and a smile. "I found that over the years, I was caring more and more for my appearance and what other ponies thought of me. I...I needed them to think I was strong, that I was brave, so that way, if ever pony else believed it, then maybe I could believe it myself."

"I...I don't know what to say." Spike gazed about this beautiful mare, what every pegasus dreamed of being and the epitome of awesomeness. For so long, this very mare had been leagues above himself, and never in a million years would he think she suffered the same feelings as him. "So that means if you kept away from males because you were scared of them..."

"...then I was surrounded by females, and in more ways than one." Rainbow laughed despite herself. "Girls were just so much softer than guys and, I don't know, I always just felt the need to protect 'em and be close to 'em." She shrugged. "Of course, there were a few mares and a stray griffon that wanted to get a lot closer than I intended. I wasn't one to turn them down."

Rainbow laid back on the bed. Her hindlegs parted as she draped a foreleg over her soft furry blue tummy, another over her eyes. "I'm cool with the guys at work, and an incident like this hasn't happened in a long time, but it still always lurks in the background, y'know? Ready to sting the moment I let my guard down." She pulled the hoof over her eyes so she could gaze at the drake. "In fact, out of all the males, you're the one I've ever got the closest to." She smiled and giggled. "I didn't think about that until now."

Spike smirked. "Is it because I remind you of a girl?"

"A little before," she admitted with a sly smile, "but not so much now. In fact, you're lucky we got to know each other before, because if I were to meet you as the masculine dragon you are now, I'd probably be a bit afraid of you."

"Afraid of me?" Spike pressed a claw against his chest. “The great Rainbow Dash afraid of me? Today can't get much weirder than this."

"It's like how they tell you to never meet your heroes." Rainbow wrapped her foreleg over her eyes once more. "They turn out to just be fillyfoolers. At least, that's probably the case with me."

Spike wasn't sure how much more of this he could take to watch. No matter how many times he played her words in his head, something felt off about them; not that she was lying, but that she was still unsure about something. He decided to experiment.

"Are you sure you're a fillyfooler?" Spike asked as he stood back up, stepping toward the bed. "That all you want is to be with girls? That you couldn't possiblybe with a guy?" He made it to the bed and gazed down at the sprawled mare. "You've never had a doubt that you're fully a fillyfooler?"

"I don't know." Rainbow kept still as she stretched out her limbs, arching her back against the mattress. She always seemed to fidget when she was nervous or unsure of herself. "Males are still kinda scary, but deep down, I do wonder how sex with one would be like." She sighed. "To experience a real c-cock." She gulped. “Not a strap-on or a d-dildo, but the real thing.”

Spike felt a tingle in his crotch as he placed his knees on the mattress. Rainbow's soft, cute body laid between his legs, her frame small and her fur soft, body toned as her flanks were firm. Her tail trailed off the bed, twitching.

"Would you like some proof, then?" Spike asked as he lowered his chest to hers, dwarfing her petite form. "To set the record straight once and for all if you're truly a fillyfooler or not?" He dipped his muzzle to hers, seeing her eyes still blocked by her slim leg. “Because I can be and offer all the proof you need.”

Rainbow turned her head along with the sheets and rose her head. Before she could phrase her confusion, a pair of thin lips pressed themselves against her, making her eyes widen and her cheeks breath, any air exhaling sharply through her nostrils.

Spike was kissing her! Her entire body urged her to struggle against him, to slap his face away and kick his chest off her. She should have yelled at the top of her lungs for him to leave at once. Never before had the mares she brought to bed been so dominant; it's always been her taking charge! She was a fillyfooler, plain and simple.

So why did she begin to press her lips against his?

Rainbow almost wanted to laugh at the taste on his lips—traces of leftover barbecue sauce from their pizza earlier. A part of her couldn't believe that she was kissing Spike, at how alien the sensation was to her body. Mares were always soft and delicate in her grasp, the fur of their lips just begging to be nipped and pressed at, but with him, everything was different.

Spike was hard. Just from his lips alone, it was like she was kissing a flexible rock, resolute and tasty. There was something about the hardness of the scales on his lips that drove her wild, that made her mesh her furry lips against, trying to feel more of them and to press further against them—the urge was too inexplicable to describe but fuck did it feel so fucking good!

Finally, and quite sadly to her, Spike broke the kiss and trailed away. A bridge of saliva connected their lips; neither one having the heart to break it.

"Sorry about the surprise," Spike said as he held himself over her, his body engulfing her vision. "I needed to do something definitive to prove your feelings to you." He chuckled. "Deeds over words and all that other stuff you like to say." His expression turned guilty. "So, how about it? You wanna swear off males for good after that?"

"...t-tongue." Rainbow arched her back up, reaching her forelegs around his neck. "If anypony, no, any dragon stands a chance at spreading my legs for the opposite sex, it would be you, Spike."

"I am so glad you said that," Spike said with an awkward grin, glancing down and between his legs. "I might have gotten a bit passionate during our kiss, and, well..." Spike shook his head. "I'm just going to be honest—you're fucking hot, Rainbow."

Rainbow's eyes trailed down his broad chest as he spoke, coming down and across his chiselled abdomen until, finally, she saw his cock dangling between his legs. She blinked at its length, having only seen toys and imitations, but never the real thing.

"...wow." Rainbow's face was completely red, and she felt the sudden urge to hide behind her mane. "I-I-I never seen a real one before...so up-close." She squeaked as he crawled off the bed, standing tall with his cock erect over the mattress. Ever so slowly, she began to crawl on her hooves across the bed, stopping near its edge as the dragon cock hovered above her head. "This is m-my first time here, so don't s-sweat if you gotta call out s-something I'm doing w-wrong."

Rainbow was shy in bringing her muzzle to the tip of his cock. She always had a rough idea of what they looked like, from toys she had and the few dirty magazines she looked at, but nothing had prepared her to what a dragon's dick would be like.

The tip of the dick hovered an inch from her muzzle. It was far sharper than any stallion, tapering near the top instead of the thick roundness a stallion's member had. She blew hot air on his cock, watching it throb from the contact. It needed attention, like begging her to do something, anything to please it.

Rainbow gave the tip an experimental lick. The taste was salty, but not at all unenjoyable. She went for another lick, and then another, and another and another, licking at his cock like was some kind of treat as she couldn't help but moan at his taste. She needed more of him.

And she intended to get more of him.

Rainbow opened her mouth and took the tip of his dick into the tight recesses of her muzzle. Clamping her lips near the end of the head, she swirled her tongue around his cock, intaking more of his taste and getting a feel for his shape, feeling pleasant bumps and ridges on its underside. Once she was comfortable and his tip covered with her spit, she progressed slowly down his shaft, taking more and more of his member into her mouth, tasting and licking at every inch of cock he had to offer.

Despite her 'head-first' attitude, Rainbow sucking careful at the cock. It was warm and alive compared to the toys she'd gone down on. It was soft, its surface reacting to her licks, throbbing acorss her tongue as it grew another inch.

She reached to the base of his cock, but in complete surprise, felt his tip press against the back of her throat—engaging her reflexes. At once, she gagged and pulled away from his cock, coughing into her wing. "S-Sorry about that. Not used to t-taking them so big."

"N-No, you were amazing!" Spike exclaimed, breathing heavily. "Are you sure this is your first time?"

"With a real dick? Totally." She curled her wing into her side. "I've gone down on a few mares with strap-ons, but I'm not really doing it to give the toy to pleasure." She smiled sweetly. "You're my first, Spike, and you tasted better than all those toys combined."

"You're pretty good for your first time, then." Spike exhaled. "I'm not sure this can get much better."

Rainbow smirked. "Oh, trust me, it's going to get a lot better."

Spike shivered.

"You seriously have no idea how long I wanted to do this." Rainbow sat at the edge of the bed, cute and cuddly, wings flaring at her sides. "Keep still while I do this. I'd had practice with toys, but this is my first time working with the real deal."

Rainbow's wings flared open in a total exposure of their might. Her feathers looked soft in their light blue hue while exuding a sense of power and strength. The wing then arched forward to over his cock, wrapping the feathers over the barrel of his member, enveloping him in its softness.

Slowly, her wing stroked up and down the length of his shaft, making it throb from the attack of softness and of force. The drake was forced to curl his claws and his feet, the sensation of having wing jerk him off unmatched by any mouth.

Speaking of mouths, Rainbow had brought hers to his tapered tip. She lapped away at his head, tasting his developing pre-cum and stating her arousal for now. After a moment of heavy breathing from the two, Rainbow grew comfortable in her wing job and decided to up the ante.

More of her mighty wing wrapped around his cock. She held it tighter than before, entirely using her wing to pump his shaft as she got him off, occasionally licking at his head to ensure not a dribble of his essence touched the mattress.

Spike wasn't sure how much more of his he could handle. Having a wing jerk him off brought him to his climax quicker than any time ever before, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had to concede that having a wing get him off was his fetish. It didn't help that Rainbow looked so cute from his cock, her rose eyes shining in the low light as she gazed up at him, lips curled in a smile with her tongue taking quick licks at his tip, eyes half-lidded with desire for him.

His cock throbbed and ached. The painfully wonderful sensation built in the base of his shaft, feeling it expand outward against its confines. The softness of the feather rubbed across the length while the bone of the wing became a blur in its speed, almost bringing him to his knees as his tip sputtered his seed, all of which shot inside the confines of Rainbow's tight muzzle.

She kept her maw open as his seed swirled on her tongue. One of her eyes was closed, the other half-lidded, cheeks red with her wing coated in sweat. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her tongue and threw back his spunk, swallowing and mourning. Once done, closed her lips, licked them, then opened her eye. "Sweet on the tongue and burns in the chest. You should think of getting your jizz copyrighted." She snicked. "Though, then again, I doubt you'll be producing that content again soon."

She expected him to frown or cross his arms.

He instead smirked. “Now that's where you're wrong.”

Spike placed his claw on the bone of her wing, holding it still as she looked at him with confusion. He brought his other claw to her puffy chest, and ever so lightly, pushed her back onto the bed as he climbed over her.

"You've shown me the ways of the pegasi that I won't forget for a lifetime—which just so happens to be a very long time." He had her pinned to the bed, feeling massive as he had this tiny girl held under his weight. She was all the redder for it. "Now it's my turn to show you not what a male can do, but a dragon."

Spike brought his lips to against hers, feeling their layer of fur tickle his as they meshed together for a few moments. He broke the kiss only to bring his lips to her cheek, creating a trail of smooches that covered her fur from her throat to her furry blue chest, feeling just how toned and soft this mare's body was.

Finally, his lips travelled along her abdomen to the crux between her legs. Rainbow's tail was already lowered and draped over the edge of the bed, exposing her tight, needy puffy pussy to his lustful eyes. He drank the sight, appreciating the fur of her mounds and just how cute they looked, before driving his muzzle forward to take in more of his prize.

Rainbow threw back her head upon feeling his tongue grace upon her hot pussy, fighting back to rub her thick thighs together and lock the beast into place. She had been wet this whole time, needing something hard and thick to plunder her cave—scissoring with a mare could not undo what had been built up. Her pussy needed to be filled with something throbbing and alive.

She felt his tongue lap up and down her folds, cooling her pussy for the moment the two were in contact, but leaving the surface heated as the cool air only nipped at her mounds. The drake was a master of suspense, and at foreplay, for at the moment she was about to yell at him to get a move on, he took her clit into his mouth and suckled at her tight ball of nerves.

"Ooooooh yeah." Rainbow bit her bottom lip as she felt the drake go to town on her pussy, eating her out like a good little boy. She had so much control over him! Just feeling him between her legs, this big beast reduced to giving her pleasure, every act and destination concertinaed on her pussy. "You s-sure know how to work it, don't ya, big guy?"

His response couldn't be matched by words.

Rainbow felt his mouth open from her clit as his long tongue priced through her pussy, slipping past her tight folds and entering her narrow tunnel, stretching across its length as it reached her cervix. She didn't have enough mental stability to lock her thighs as pleasure ravaged across her body and tingled through her limbs; the long tongue licked and lapped at her inner walls, constantly in search of the spot to drive her over the edge.

And then he found it.

"Sweet Celestia!" Rainbow cried when the tongue found her g-spot, digging and swirling at it. Her pussy, overloaded with sensation, threaten to climax then and there; cum welled, and her walls clenched. "I-I'm not sure how much more of this I can take!"

Spike somehow found a way to make things better as he brought his sharp claw to her crotch boob, grabbing it and kneading it, squeezing and feeling and poking—and everything needed to send the mare into climax.

Spike pulled his tongue back seconds before her finish. He lapped at her entrance, drinking back her cum and tasting her essence, doing everything within his power to keep her good time going for as long as possible. Her climax wasn't the only thing he drank back, but just the sight of the mare, laid on her back, looking through the expanse of her tummy to her heaving blue chest, seeing her rolled-back eyes and warmed cheeks.

"You're a fast one, aren't you, Dashie," Spike said as he pulled away from her pussy, licking his lips. He smirked. "Tell me, did you finish faster because it was me?"

"You may have performed a bit better than some of my marefriends, but don't let that go straight to your ego." She sat up on the bed, her flanks tinted with redness. “You're not finished with me yet. You ready for the main show?"

"Oh, trust me, I can make it to the climax alright." Spike pulled off her body, coming off the bed so he could stretch. In truth, his cock was a bit spent, but nothing he couldn't work through. "The question is—"he cracked his neck as his gaze settled upon her "—can you?"

"That's not even a question and you know it." Rainbow rolled onto her front as her wings began to flare out. "These girls are a bit sore from lying on my back for so long." Her hindlegs raised her ass and pussy into the air, tail flicking aside to expose her agape and slick pussy lips. "That shouldn't be an issue for a dragon of your calibre, right Spike?"

Rainbow always needed to one-up everyone she met—it was an ever-present urge no matter the aspect of her life. Spike was a male, a fine and good-looking one at that, but the sake he was a dragon-filled her with the urge to become something more than him, to have an ace up her sleeve to make the playing ground even.

Which is why her jaw went slack when she felt his erect cock sink into the crevice between her flanks, her tail being held up one of his strong claws. Before she could even turn to look back at him, a gasp was stolen from her lungs as she felt his meaty cock pierce through her folds, slipping inside and plundering her inner depths.

Spike wasn't comforted by the same tightness of some of the virgins he'd fucked before. There was something drastically different from banging Rainbow, which was neither good nor bad from the previous mares, just a different way of attaining pleasure. The walls of her cunt were more loose compared to her previous mate, but because of this, her pussy had a way of massaging as opposed to before, when the walls only rubbed against him during his thrusts.

"T-That's it, Spike!" Rainbow threw her head back, mane sliding off her face. "I've never felt so f-filled before!" She gazed back at him, lip quivering. "P-Please hurry up already."

"Oh?" Spike couldn't stop himself from grinning as he pulled back, delighting in how her walls clenched around his cock, squeezing his length as only his tip stayed tucked past her folds. "So am I better than your dildos and strap-on?"

"You can't seriously think that I'll—"Rainbow cut herself short when she felt his tip exit her pussy, sandwich only by her furry blue folds "...okay! You got me—you're better than any toy I've ever played with, okay?!"

Spike arched himself over the expanse of her back, bringing his lips to her perked ears as he gripped tightly to the back of her mane. "Decent." He rocked his hips forward, penetrating his dick deep inside her once more. “But not good enough.”

"Y-Y-You fill me up!" Rainbow made herself wide when the meaty cock shot back inside her pussy, taking his whole length without an inch to spare. She then tightened her legs and clenched her pussy to try and keep him trapped inside her. "It's different from m-mares as well!"

"Oh?" Spike pulled out again once more, but saved her from torture as he rammed his cock back inside her pussy once more. The speed was slow but strong—tortuous to a mare that valued quickness above most. “Care to—mhmm—explain that?”

Rainbow was silent.

Spike pulled out.

"I-It's because I like being spread, okay?!" Rainbow glared back at him, somehow without malice. "I-I-I love the way how your c-cock spreads me open, f-filling up my p-pussy like none of my other toys can!"

Spike grinned as he grabbed the back of her hind legs, holding them down as his cock thrust up, spreading her pussy as it took all of his shaft. An all too familiar aching sensation developed in the head of his member, making it throb in flare while inside her depths, causing him to moan and groan as the walls clenched at its tip, trying to refrain it from leaving once more—a wasted effort as it rammed back in, slid out, shot back in again and again, building into rhythm and momentum as his hips got into a constant rocking.

"There's a w-warmth to having your dick inside me that... that... I dunno!" Rainbow felt his cock leave once more, pushing her ass into him as he shot his cock into her, rocking against his momentum to feel his shaft forcefully split her lips apart. His cock entered and filled her quicker, the impact on her walls causing her legs to tremble as her pussy was forced to become broader to take in his cock and thrusts. "Having a live thing inside of me just can't be explained, okay! Just... fuck me harder already!"

Spike brought his claws to her toned flanks. He slapped them, leaving a red claw mark as they jiggled in place. The sight was tantalizing as his cock flared once more at the sight, making him fuck her pussy harder and faster, kneading at the flesh of her cutie mark as his palms couldn't cup more of her ass.

Rainbow's butt had been something he wanted to grab for a while now. While Rarity had an ass to give and ass to share, Rainbow's flanks were smaller due to her size—what she lacked in fat she made for in firmness. The texture was like grabbing a blue marshmallow, the layer of fur accentuating the feeling of every squeeze of her toned flanks.

Spike could feel himself mantling a constant speed of thrusts, delighting in how the mare pushed against him as he rocked forward, the sharp and hard impact creating tingling sensations in his tip that demanded to be slammed upon again and again.

Grunts and moans and panting filled the room. Spike clenched his eyes at every cry the mare gave, but to him, she wasn't giving enough voice cracking goodness to send him over the edge. He aimed to fix that as his eyes fell on her still open wings, grinning as an idea sprung that would bring about his desires.

While maintaining his thrusts, Spike arched his body over the barrel of his love—the latter occupied with her bliss with her eyes closed. He hovered himself over her left-wing, trailing along its bone until, finally, he pressed his lips against the fur, nipping at it gently with his fangs.

Rainbow's eyes shot open. "W-What are you doing?"

Spike smirked. He went along the bone of her wing, nipping and kissing at it, working his lips against the sensitive area, working through the trembles and shudders that coursed through the wing itself.

"S-Spike!" Rainbow moaned and cried out his name, doing so again and again. Never before had her trembled under such intense care, or her plot worked and kneaded it while having her pussy railed all at the same time. "I-I'm getting close! Don't stop now, please. Go faster, faster!"

He was happy to comply as the building sensation in his cock was reaching its breaking point. The mattress was soaked with sweat and cum from the duo's efforts, a few orgasms having passed for Rainbow as she kept riding his cock, dedicated to finish properly alongside him.

It only took a few more seconds of thrusts and kisses, of moans and calls of the other's name that drove the duo to the bursting point of the pleasure that had been building for far too long. Spike felt his cock slam in and out of her pussy, loose coming in and tight coming out, getting a few more thrusts out until the base of his shaft could endure no more; he slammed his length inside of her while the base of his cock grew in size, knotting to the lips of her pussy just as her walls clamped down on his.

Spike felt his head sputtered his cum into her pussy, its burning quality shooting deep into her womb as it warmed her from inside; the act drove her to absolute lust as she slammed her ass above his crotch, pumping out whatever finish she could get from him. She screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling her tunnel pushed apart to its breaking point as her pussy welled with her own cum, clamping down hard on his cock as she rode out the bliss, of having every inch of her filled with dragon cock.

What followed was heavy breathing and tiny giggles.

Rainbow was still in disbelief at how she finally got with a male. Never before had her pussy more filled than when she had a live cock inside of it, moving against her walls and slamming into her depths, filling loins with a type of warmth and heat that no toy or mare could accomplish.

Slowly and without words, the two fell together onto the bed. Spike had his claws under her forelegs and wrapped around her barrel, holding her against his chest while she nuzzled her head underneath his chin.

They were still knotted.

"I can now, without a doubt, say that you are not homosexual, but instead, bisexual." Spike huffed as he cuddled against her. "Most ponies got you wrong because they didn't care enough to find out the truth. You've proven to yourself now that you're not a fillyfooler, so you don't have to care about the silly and wrong things those ponies say, alright?"

"First time I'm hearing words like that, but I like the sounds of it." Rainbow nodded, pushing her soft body against his hard scales, wanting to feel every inch of his body and stock up on feeling the sensations he had to offer. "Alright, you got me sold on the concept, Spike." She smiled gently up at him. "Thank you for doing this."

"Not a problem, Rainbow," Spike said with a chuckle, bringing a claw to her mane, stroking it to work out any knots. "Not a problem at all."

They both laughed in their afterglow as sleep tugged at their bodies.