Author's Note

Content Tags: lizard slit, cum and cum play, ass stuff, and gay sex in general I guess.

Spike

So this was going to be odd. Spike was like a little brother to me back in the day, but apparently I may have been deeply misinterpreting that. I guess I’ll just have to see. He had grown up a lot in the last six years.

From the kid he was then to the young man he was today, I really only had about 5 years on Spike. When he was so young that gap felt infinite, but now, as I looked at his photo in front of the School of Friendship on the train, it felt minuscule. He really had grown up.

The letter came in quickly, as soon as Brae, the gossip that he is, had let out the secret that Anon, the most eligible bachelor in Equestria, was swinging the other way to look to settle down, a green puff of fire landed on my hotel floor. It was a simple, earnest message, “Is it true?”

So here I am. The train is perhaps an hour out, It was only a day ride from the Southwest of Appaloosa back to Ponyville. I toyed with a newspaper, trying to fold the pages into some simple origami Rarity had taught me long ago, but the paper was too flimsy. Spike…

Just the name carried a different implication now. Would trying to date Spike ruin the friendship that we had? It didn’t hurt anything with Brae.

He may not even want to date. He may just want to set me up with somepony. That really could be it.

The weak paper airplane I had finally made flopped to the ground.

***

Even if I barely ever even lived here, Ponyville felt like home; it could fit right in the palm of your hand. I still felt so conspicuous among ponies as I carefully managed to step around the small bodies bumping and milling around each other on the way out of the car and onto the platform.

It was only one passenger car to Ponyville. Only one was ever needed. As colorful bodies splattered out into the station I surveyed the area. It would’ve been hard to miss him. In a world where most creatures came up to my belly button, Spike had grown to just above shoulder height: a veritable skyscraper among ponies. With the spikes on his head he could very well be just as tall as me.

“Anon!” He started to dance around the ponies between us, his lanky legs heaving up in impressive, comical strides to step over and around bystanders. He lost no momentum as he crashed into me, his body carrying some intense force behind it that almost knocked me over. His claws reached around my midriff easily, locking me into a hug and pulling me back, keeping us both from falling right there on the platform. There I sat for a moment in shock. Relief. It was just Spike.

He had his head buried in my chest, his muzzle nestled in my sweatshirt, and the rest of his body was pressed against me. He was heavy and slightly cold. My own hands drifted up touching lightly on the middle of his back, guiding his torso into position with mine, before I brought them up and locked them behind his back, bending his rubbery spikes to do so.

He broke the hug, but only barely, his body still in full contact with mine, and looked up at me. “Alright, you can stay with me obviously, and then I have a great night planned! Come on!” He turned his body to the side, keeping his claw around me to guide us both away.

“Spike.”

“Yeah, Anon?”

“I have to take my luggage too.”

***

Spike was so energetic. So perky. He was never the laziest creature, sure, but this was entirely new. Maybe it was age that set his priorities on track, or maybe it was, as I somewhat suspected, the same spirit a bird summons to build a grand nest. That is, maybe he had a pep in his step because he was horny.

Horny was less and less intimidating a prospect, however. Spike had…um…filled out quite nicely? It was hard to explain. He struck a figure closer to human than almost any creature in this world. His torso was a trunk, with his more sturdy dragon musculature filling him out, and his limbs were heavy, with weighty claws filling out his silhouette into something less human and more monster-like. For all these harsher features he had softer ones too. I noticed in every one of the poses he held how there was a sloping grace to him. Hips cocked or shoulders struck, his back or his chest or his stomach always seemed to have this naturalistic, water-like movement to them. This was lended to by the sheen of his scales that made it seem like, if I were to touch him, my hand would slide along the patterns of his body and crest naturally down between his thighs. Maybe I was just horny too.

***

He didn’t live with Twilight anymore. My heart.

I was watching him cook while making these observations. Ogling him in a way that I hoped would come off as either curious or flattering. He was wearing a pink frilled apron that hung down just below his waist so he was actually far more modest than his normal naked self. Furthermore it wasn’t ogling. It’s not like I was drooling. Much. I thought for a moment and decided to be stupid.

“Is this a date, Spike?” My voice was smooth as I asked, save for the nervous voice crack.

“Yup!” Spike answered. It was like a gunshot how quick it was. What’s more, as something that caught me quite off guard, he swished his tail to the side and bounced his hips towards me as he said it, looking back with a coy wink. That’s pretty much as close to flashing as you can get when you’re always naked.

“Okay,” I said, submitting. He had a very nice ass.

“So my plan is to show you to a gooood time. Some nice food, an evening out, it should be fun.” Spike spoke away from me, the pure glow in his voice carrying it across the room.

He had held that “good” for just a moment too long.

“So how’d you get this place?” I gestured to his cottage. It was modest. Most places in Equestria were either overwhelmingly opulent or homely and small, so no big surprise. Pots and pans and cured herbs hung over a small kitchen nook, a table set up within arms length, a small center area bound with a colorful mat, and his bed and dresser in the corner. The most outstanding piece of interior design was a small pit on the other side of the room with a circular arrangement of cushions and seats all facing into a small coffee table in the center. The late day sun slashed its way from the window through the center of the room, landing suggestively on Spike’s bed. Maybe later, sun, maybe later.

“I have a lot of small places like this all around, being an ambassador now.” Such authority he spoke with. He went on, “my main place is in the palace in Canterlot with Twilight, of course.” Of course. “ But I’m hardly ever there, of course.” Of course.

As I nodded along like a fawning foal—er, school girl I guess for me—I realized that dinner didn’t smell like dinner.

“Are you making muffins?”

“I’m not just making muffins, I’m making the best muffins.”

“For dinner?”

“The best muffins can work for any meal.”

I thought for a moment on how to say what I wanted to say next. “The don’t have worms and dirt in it, do they?

Spike looked back at me, his green eyes bulging with worry. Oh no.

“Oh no,” he said.

We stared at each other like our eyes were connected by string.

“Just kiddin’,” he said, breaking the stare and bending down to open his oven. Again with a little sashay of his hips, flashing the side of his butt to me again. I shifted in my seat. He closed the oven and straightened his apron, lifting it up and beating it out for a moment. Completely illogically, given that I had seen his front half completely bare only minutes before, I tried to steal a glance. In some odd, backwards way it was even more alluring to see only parts of him revealed, even if those parts didn’t really have much going on on the surface. He was a reptile after all. Not really much there.

I darted my eyes up while he beat crumbs from the apron, making sure I wasn’t caught in the act. I met Spike’s eyes and smirk, then looked back down, trying to discern if I could make out his slit in the dynamic lighting of the room. Wait. I looked back up at his face. His brow was furrowed as he tried to scratch away at a bit of dried batter. He seemed utterly unaware.

Finally he put the apron back down with a bit of an accented swish. He took a few eggs and cracked them in a pan.

“Breakfast for dinner is always good,” I said dryly. What else was there to say?

“Something something biscuits and sausage, am I right, Anon?” There was a laconic way he delivered the line that felt like it was meant to be suggestive. I was mainly excited to see if he was serving sausage. Meat meals were pretty rare around here.

I didn't get time to dwell on the sausage because Spike chose that time to bend down and take something from the cupboard. Oh, I get it...biscuits.

There was no beating around the bush with this one, his tail tensed and raised up to about 90 degrees while he was standing upright. Now as can be guessed, with his tail at such an angle, bending down produced an interesting result. He kept his knees locked and leaned forward, leaving nothing to the imagination. Well, I guess plenty to the imagination. Lizard anatomy. Still, however, I was treated to pretty much the whole show.

His back curved down into a surprisingly rounded ass. The gentle sloping of his legs came up at a satisfying angle right to the crease between his butt cheeks and thighs, leaving room for a modest thigh gap that left a perfect view of his slit. His...lips? I think they would still be called lips, seemed to purse a little bit. I wondered if he was clenching to avoid showing his erection. Is that even possible?

Meanwhile, just a bit further north--south from his perspective--his deep bend pulled his cheeks just far enough apart for me to make out his asshole, sitting there like a target, or at least it was something I decided I would gun for.

It was a very brief glimpse, not to make him sound like such a chronic tease. Just a little flash of the goods before he stood erect again. As did I. It didn't seem like he had picked up anything.

Never mind.

If I didn't get a good glimpse then I would get plenty more. Spike had his tail up more than down as he went about preparing the rest of the meal. From side butt to bend-overs to full moon, he seemed to really want to leverage his assets before the evening even began. By Equestrian standards this kind of flashing wasn't quite as shocking, but he was still being very forward, which I very much appreciated.

No meat. Yet. I'm on a roll with these puns. It was some very good scrambled eggs with muffins. Spike had developed a very refined palette in his travels, I figured. I dug into my first few bites of the eggs, crunching through the caramelized onions and savoring the fluffy flavor as Spike sat down across from me. It was a pretty small table and his claws bumped into my legs. It’s ridiculous, but given how worked up he had already gotten me with the peep show the small contact, just him brushing against the side of my shin, sent shivers through my body. This boy was doing things to me.

He ate quickly, abandoning the playful flirting and small talk almost entirely. I actually appreciated the break from the onslaught; a chance to not think about how turned on I had become was well appreciated. Unless I figured out a way to get turned on by eggs. I’m sure it could be done.

The meal went quickly with no dilly dallying. I expected Spike to play footsie or something but he kept things very formal. Well, he didn’t act formal about eating; however he was very formal about not showing his asshole anymore at dinner.

We finished our food at around the same time, both of us taking final gulps of our water to wash down the last of the meal. We let out mirrored sighs of satisfaction before Spike spoke, “I didn’t come on too strong there, did I?”

“Umm. I don’t know what you could be talking about.” Flirting was comfortable. I could do flirting. I could feel his claws teasing their way along my pants legs already.

"Yeah, I guess maybe my signals thus far have been pretty subtle all things considered." Spike rested his cheek in his hand as he continued to tease my pant legs. "I do like to keep things pretty classy, though. You know me." He slid his claw up under my pants and rolled them up from the ankle, going almost up to me knee. His claws felt cold but alive, like something that I could tell was alive, but could almost pass for dead. Reptiles are weird. He dragged the tip of one of his claws slowly down, drawing out the very last vestiges of the motion as he tickled right along the rim of my sock, pulling away at it just a bit before finally drawing his claws back. We had been silent this entire time.

"So," I began, my voice was far louder than I intended it to be, "um...so, what are we doing with our evening? What is this 'goooood' time that you promised?" My eyes darted to the bed, the early evening light having almost abandoned it into the darkness of the corner.

"You added one to many O's to that," Spike responded, flicking his tongue out in jest. I gave him a glare. He returned one. "Speaking of O's though..." He let his sentence trail off as he stood. He went to reach behind his back and tug at the strings holding up his apron, but stopped, looking expectantly at me, before shimmying out from the table to stand in the center of the room.

He turned his back to me, slanting his shoulders to the side and looking back with a seductive smile. The things this man was doing to me. The way he carried out the motion was hypnotic. Bringing his arms back and sliding them up to undo the knot on the apron and pulling away quickly once it was undone, he posed for me, hips struck out but tail still down. His form made for a very satisfying silhouette, the sheen of his scales once again drawing my view down like it was water, raking my gaze down his back.

He delicately shimmied the apron over his head and held it to his chest. Sticking his right leg out to his side, he pivoted his hips to once again bring the side of his ass into view. He dragged his leg back in and turned around with a belly dancing motion, letting the apron fall to the side, once again returning to being fully naked in front of me. Again, even though I had seen him in this state only a bit ago, it was the motion, the theatre of it that turned me on so much. I soaked in the sight of his bare, muscular torso before drifting down and letting my eyes rest on his crotch. Just the very very tip of what must've been his cock struggled it's was free from the bounds of his slit. Mesmerizing.

"S-so what O's are we talking about then?"

"Oh of course I mean...Ogres on Oubliettes!"

Oh damn it.

***

Allow me to clarify, I’m not saying “damn it” because I hate the game or anything, I just think that it is criminally boring and a waste of time and energy. All of the electricity in the air had been entirely drained; it was as though someone had rubbed a drier sheet on my erection. Gone. He cleared a space in his little indented sitting area, setting up a little grid and bring out—aww, he has miniatures—bringing out some miniatures to put on the grid. I moseyed over, catching the occasional peek at the side of his ass or a periphery of his crotch, but the moment was gone. I stepped into the little pit and reclined back.

“So how does this work if there are only two of us?” I asked, piercing through the quiet atmosphere of the room.

‘I…” His voice had drifted off while he was setting up his Game Master Screen. He began again, “I’m gonna control the NPC’s and you are going to play solo.”

“Will that even be fun?” Ouch, didn’t mean to phrase it like that.

“It depends on how fun you decide to let it be…” Spike made things so obvious.

“So what is the scenario then?”

“Wait wait wait!” He flapped his claw at me as he arraigned his dice and produced a miniature. He handed the dice to me first. I set them to the side and he waved the little figure in front of me, leaning half way over the table to do so. My heart.

It was crude, but it was clearly something that he made. The little Anon that he had whittled and painted was at least clearly meant to be me. It had me wearing a little adventurer’s outfit, a tunic and coif with a sword at my side. I grabbed it ever so gently from the little wooden base and stared at it. Damn him this was cute.

“You ready?” Spike said, waiving off his own kindness.

“I…yeah. This is my character sheet, right?”

“Yeah.” Spike began to shuffle his own dice into numerical order.

“Yeah, that’s it. Are you…um…okay with this being a bit more…intense than normal O&O?” Spike was nervous. This was the first time I had seen his shining confidence crack.

“I think so, Spike. I think I want to do this with you.”

He was still doubled over the table. The sun was as low in the sky as it could get, the lone ray of light from the window hung in the air above him, his face softly lit from above as his emerald eyes caught all of the lanterns in the room, holding them out to me, drawing me in like a moth to the flame.

Do dragons have lips? For the sake of simplicity I think I’ll just call the rim of Spike’s mouth “lips.” His lips were cold at first. Cold and clammy. However, like any other time I had touched him, they were brought alive with weight, by the force behind his movements and the tactile energy I could feel just below the surface.

It was a soft kiss. Short. For all of Spike’s unwavering confidence before this point, there was a shaky, skiddish feel to him now. He was forcing himself forward, his elbows shaking as we finally met lips. For only a few seconds we held there. I felt him pull away and opened my eyes, feeling my cheeks redden. He opened his eyes wide, letting out a long shaky breath as he slithered back into his seat across from me.

“Okay. Well do you…um…do you understand your character, do you think?” Spike started to shift through his papers again.

“Let’s see,” I spoke as I started to scan the character Spike made for me. “I would call myself more dashing than handsome,” I read the description Spike wrote.

“I could change it to cute if you want.”

“Actually I’m more concerned with the choice of wardrobe here. You crossed out where I would put my armor.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Ehem. Well, yeah.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Well this one-shot is a short story about you going on a date with a dragon in a sauna.” Spike was getting red.

“So you made a story about me just going on a date with a dragon. That seems like a self-insert, Spike.” I was teasing.

“Look, sometimes a dragon wants to imagine what it would be like to go on a date with a human. Either way, it’s not just that. You’re trying to steal a magical pendant around his neck. It’s up to you to use your skills and smarts to figure out how to find the right moment.”

We sat in silence for a moment, my raised eyebrow forcing Spike to shrink further and further down. He looked down at his game master screen and slowly brought up a pendant, it was really just a black choker with a sticker on the front, and put it around his neck.

Silence again.

“Spiiiike.” He looked up at me, his face still quite red. “Is the pretense even worth it anymore?”

“Yes. It’s doing a lot for me.” He answered so quickly. Okay, I can play along. Maybe even up the ante.

“Well, Spike, you have all of your ‘equipment,’ so should I get into mine?” If it was just a game of teasing each other to see who would break then I could certainly play ball on this one. My lower half was covered by the table while I sat anyways.

Spike was silent, I assumed in some sort of dorky awe, as I pulled my shirt up over my head. I arched my back and sucked in my diaphragm to strike the best figure I could. The hut was pretty warm, and it was about to get even hotter, so I didn't worry much about being uncomfortable. Once my shirt was off I looked at Spike. It was a look of dorky awe; I was right. I hooked my thumbs under my pants, deciding to leave the underwear for later, and slid them down. I kept eye contact with Spike the whole time as I shimmied in my seat, finally kicking my pants off under the table into his legs.

“Whoops, could you hand those to me?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

Robotically, undoubtably hiding an erection under the table—an erection I may have just hit with my pants—he grabbed them and reached over, handing them to me.

“Thanks.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop with how silent we were.

“Roll for your Heartiness.” Spike blurted. I guess we were starting.

“16.”

“Okay…You thought dragons would like it hotter than this. Sitting in the sauna across from Kalak, you take stock of your situation: You have the inventory crystal hidden, strapped to your thigh underneath your towel, so you aren’t without weapons. However, you do have quite the precarious situation on your hands. With no armor you are quite a bit more vulnerable than the dragon sitting across from you.”

“He is a sight to behold. Much more humanoid than most dragons, he stands almost a foot above you,” Spike puffed out his chest, “and his physique is immaculate to say the least. His midsection is sculpted, scales glittering with percolated water, and as he lounges back, you could count each of his muscles. You almost want to. His arms are up behind his head, his relaxed and open pose giving off a natural dominance between the two of you.” Spike brought his claws behind his head and leaned back himself. If his dm screen weren’t there I think I probably would’ve seen the end of his erection. I would see it if he had one, that is, and also if it was that long, I guess.

“His towel is the same length as yours, but his bigger frame and much thicker, more muscular legs meant that a modest covering for you was almost a joke on him. Good thing dragons keep things pretty packed away.” He shifted in his seat. “And of course there is the pendant around his thick, red and gold neck.”

“Hmm…” I brought my hand up to my chin. “I’m guessing I’m in open play, now?”

“Yes.”

“I ask him if he even needs the towel.”

“Um…roll speech.”

“14.”

Spike looked up and to the right. He let out a low hum and began to speak in this faux gruff voice, something pretty far out of his normal range, but it was cute, “I was only following your lead, human.”

“But dragons are normally naked. Humans aren’t.”

“I suppose so…My scales could use some airing out down there for sure.”

Spike stood. I was wrong, he was holding himself back. Once again, however, I saw just the end of a pink tip sticking out of his slit. He made the motion of tossing a towel to the side, going back into his voice, “I’m sure you don’t mind some slight immodesty, human. After all, we are here as friends.”

Spike mimed the poses Kalak must’ve been making. I imagined the massive muscular dragon that he had described making the same poses, stretching one arm up and back behind his head, framing his rib cage out against his midsection. He arched his back and I was lost, both finding myself enamored by the soft, round shape in front of me, and lost in the idea of his beefy, muscular rump my character was being treated to in the game.

He ran his claw down his side, sliding it along the curve of his hips and dipping over the front of his thighs dangerously close to his groin. Instead he kneaded his hand into the muscle of his thigh and spoke again, “You know, human, there’s no need to feel such reservation around me. I’ve never seen your kind before, so I have nothing to judge your form off of if you are nervous.”

The weapon crystal. What to do about that?

“‘Let me take off my weapon crystal first,’ I say.”

“Really?” Spike broke the voice.

“Yeah. Why not be up front?”

“Roll speech.”

“2.”

Spike struck an angry pose, shoulders hunched forward, brow beaten down into a scowl. Back into character, he spoke, “How about I take care of that for you? Don’t move, human.” Spike shot daggers from his eyes as he stepped widely over the corner of the table. I couldn’t help but notice that the motion pushed his penis just slightly more free from its confines.

His claw shot out forcefully, but lost momentum just before coming into contact with my chest. Firmly, he pushed me back in my seat. I was startled, but excited at this turn. I’d never let him know it, this having become a little game in my head, but I might have become a tad turned on.

He scooted the table back, leaving my legs down to my knees exposed. Nothing but my boxer briefs stood between me and Spike now. Standing over me, he hefted his leg up and softly planted his food on my chest. The view was spectacular. The cleft of his butt cheeks curved in to his taint and sprang back outward into the scales around his slit. I could see him flex his midsection, tightening the muscles around his groin and forcing his cock back.

“Where is the crystal?” He spoke in character again. Coming back into the scene of the game, my human being dominated by this burly dragon. I could feel my cock begin to stir.

“My thigh, Kalak. Feel free to take it, no hard feelings.” Spike could probably feel my heart beating through his foot on my chest.

Spike took his foot off of me and turned over me, leaving him standing with his tail right over my face. He bent over the table and rolled one of my dice.

“You got a 15 on your heartiness roll,” he whispered, “meaning you don’t take any damage from this.” He dropped like a rock. The air was knocked out of me as he sat on my chest his tail flopping over my shoulder. I was struck once again by how he felt. He was cold, not ice cold but barely up to the temperature of the room, and because of that his body felt like it had a dead weight to it, a raw density that made every inch of him feel thicker and heavier than it was. It was so alien and erotic.

His thighs were straddled on either side of my stomach with his ass on my chest. As he leaned forward, bringing his head down towards my underwear, he lifted his tail, affording me an incredible front row seat to his entire nethers. I could see everything. His asshole was squished between the muscle at the base of his tail and the fat of his butt cheeks, and his thighs spread leaving his entire lizard slit in perfect view.

“Human. Put your hands on me,” Spike spoke in his Kalak voice, “I don’t want any trickery. Place both hands on me and don’t move them away.”

I was once again brought back into the game, imagining this adonis of a creature pinning me down instead of his little dragon man. I brought two shaky hands up, letting them sink into the handle of his hips on either side. It was a counterbalance, with my hands where they were I could guide his weight, but he still pinned me down.

“Good. Now let me make sure you dont have a weapon hidden under here.” I could feel the heat of his breath on my thighs as he spoke. The head of my cock strained against my underwear, undoubtably treating him to an interesting sight. “Seems there is a weapon, but I don’t think it poses much of a threat to me.” Spike wavered in his character, his own lust almost overcoming his dedication to the scene.

He ran a claw up my thigh, starting right above the knee. I could feel his claws lightly rake into my skin, not painful as much as stimulating, like hard plastic or long fingernails. He dragged them so tantalizingly slowly up my left leg, drifting from left to right, scouring me trying to find my “weapons.” He stopped just short of my inner thigh. Right on the edge of my boxer briefs. He repeated the motion slowly up my right leg. I couldn’t stop myself from squirming, tightening my grip on his hips to signal that he should keep going.

He went back to my left leg, this time sliding his claws under the hem of my underwear and hooking them up. Feeling the light exposure of air made me gasp. I stretched my thumbs around the fat of his hips as far as I could towards his tailbone. I let the motion guide me as I dug my hands deep into the meat of the sides of his ass cheeks. He breathed out deeply, shuddering. The heat of his breath was directly on my cock.

“Human…” Only the ghost of the Kalak voice came through as Spike began to speak. “I think I found a weapon under your towel. As promised, I might have to disarm you…” There was no bass in his voice as the words croaked out. I could barely bring myself to speak either, like every work would simply be lost in the moment.

“Do what you feel you must, mighty dragon.” I’ve never heard my voice do that. He hooked his thumbs under my waistband.

He pulled back.

He took a whole new position, dismounting me and laying on his side next to me. Spike, with his slight frame and almost effeminate build, seemed to sink into me, into the warmth of my side, much like a lizard would sink into the heat radiating off of a rock. His head came to rest on my chest. Without his ass in my face, we were both now looking down at me. I was suddenly much more aware of myself. Spike laid a claw on my chest, right in front of his snout.

My breathing was uneven. With his hand lightly guiding my chest in and out—his own heartbeat that I could feel against my left arm—I started to control my breathing as he slid his claw down my front. It was so appreciative, like he was appraising me by touch alone. It didn’t take long to drift down to my waistband once again. There was an ever so slight hesitation. He slid his claw underneath.

I desperately needed something to do with my other hand, something to do with my head, something to do with my lips. My right arm shot up right as Spike moved his claw tips over my groin. I took his chin and forced him to look up at me. The sun had finally gone all the way down. His eyes only reflected the lanterns of the room back at me for a few seconds before he closed his eyes and brought his lips up into a kiss.

It wasn’t forceful, the type of ravenous kiss I would’ve expected during such a climactic moment, but rather a continuation of the slow burn we had settled into. This light, playful, series of kisses and pecks played in tune with the playful, indirect contact Spike kept administering to my cock. Touching along the base, teasing his claws down along my balls, touching my thighs, Spike seemed to be making himself at home in my pants before wanting to continue any further.

His wiggly tongue found its natural home around my own, snaking around to explore my mouth. I moaned softly into his lips and started to trace my hand down to his collar bone. I was right about his scales. They were smooth and glossy, and the way they all led downward guided my hand to his lean midsection. He was pretty toned all things considered. Scales didn’t pull as tight as human skin did to accentuate form, but I could feel the little dips and outlines of a surprising, and titillating, array of muscles. Again I was reminded of our fantasy, of the Mighty Kalak.

He pulled my underwear down with little fanfare. Tugging them aside at first, he tapped on the side of my ass so I could shimmy around and let him pull them all the way off. My cock stood free as he broke the kiss, dragging his tongue inch by inch over mine in the motion. I freed my left arm from under him as he sat up and lost no time groping for his hips. The slit wasn’t getting in my way anymore.

He pulled my boxer briefs down past my feet as I sat up next to him. I wrapped my arm around and over the smaller dragon and held him gently in place, looking down lovingly at him as I placed my hand on his stomach. We locked eyes. With a gulp he gave a small nod of approval as I let the smoothness of his scales lead my hand downward.

It wasn’t like pussy lips. I don’t think I expected it to be, but that’s really the closest reference that I had. It felt simpler. Like there were fewer muscle groups at play. Once I ran my fingers over his slit he started to relax. My index finger teased its way into his entrance, finding the inner walls completely drenched in precum that he had been holding in the entire time we had been teasing at each other. No sooner had I begun to finger him than his dick started to drop from his slit. We both watched him get hard together, a coy blush covering his cheeks.

It was slick enough that I thought about asking for a wet floor sign. I guess one of the side effects of the slit is that it stored a ton of extra lubrication. Pink cone-ish shape with some knobby things coming off of each side and an at-ease knot at the bottom, this was a bit different from an equine like I was more used to. Definitely more different than a human. I toyed with it in my hand, bouncing it against my palm. Good weight and pretty reasonable length too. Much thicker at the base, I couldn’t quite get my hand to close around it. I did a couple of playful strokes to make up for how much he had teased me. It was almost rubbery.

I looked back at him to see his eyes glaring up at me in thought. I met his look with my own pondering glance, not breaking the eye contact as I lifted my hand up to my face and sniffed at his precum. Bleachy. I liked it though. I took a taste. While it had been quite a while since I had tasted stallion cum, it seemed like it was pretty similar. I realized his claw was gripping my wrist.

He narrowed his eyes seductively, sliding his tongue out of his mouth. He lapped away at my hand, licking between each of my fingers, getting as much of his own precum off of my hand as he could. I could only think to watch.

The motion played out in two beats. First, he got on his hands and knees and stole a quick kiss, leaving a trace of his own precum-mixed-saliva hanging between our mouths as he pulled away. Second, he swung his leg over my hip and sat down on my thighs, the tip of his glistening cock gently touching against mine. Holy Celestia, this was hot.

“I need to make sure you’re properly lubed up for this.” Spike’s voice was quiet like he was talking to himself.

The motion came quite naturally from that point on. I dug my hands once again into his hips and comfortably began to guide him forward. I left the pace to him as he reached a claw, larger than my hand, down to hold our cocks against each other. Held in his grip, his cock slid in and out with each of his thrusts as mine stayed still. He began to move his claw up and down to supplement the motion and spread more of his precum, also mixing mine in as I began to leak.

I moaned deeply. The bumps along his shaft were interesting to say the least. It made me wonder how pronounced the feeling of a stallion’s medial ring might be when frotting. Questions for later.

All this teasing had done it’s damage. I was close. He had to be too. I don’t know where dragons store their cum, but Spike had almost turned into a faucet at this point. Every few thrusts he would let out a moan or a grunt, another spurt of precum shooting out. If I was lucky the timing would be perfect for it to land right on the head of my dick.

“Spike…” I managed.

“Oh shoot!” Spike opened his eyes wide and let go. He backed up too. Blue balled.

“Why?” I didn’t hide the desperate ire in my voice.

“I wanted you to cum in my ass is why. I’m not wasting a load like that. Erm…looks like you’re pretty good to go. Wanna warm me up real quick then you can finish off back there?”

I hooked my fingers under his choker and pulled him down, bringing our cocks into sweet contact again. Pulling him into a forceful kiss, my tongue beating his back so I could run it along his sharp teeth, I shoved one hand into the small of his back, keeping him in place. No more games. My other hand stretched around to his ass, he arched his back for easier access. I pinched his asscheek before reaching between us, taking a healthy heap of the fluids coating our cocks, and came back up, sparing no time in finding his asshole.

He was tense at first as one finger probed its way in, but he knew what he was doing.

He relaxed. He moaned into my mouth. He writhed under my grip. He took up to my second knuckle.

The moments all melded together as I feverishly tried to keep the orgasmic high I had been so close to achieving.

He was ready and he knew it. Pulling away, leaving a strand of saliva hanging between us, he repositioned quickly. Grinding and sliding his way along my torso, he propped himself up and took a ready stance leaning back. With his cock prominently displayed I couldn't help but grab at it, giving him light stroked to keep up the feverish pace we were both under.

I helped line him up with me, guiding him by the sides until his tailhole was in just the right spot, then he took my by surprise. In one sharp but careful motion, leaning back on his haunches, he sat down. My entire length sheathed inside him at once, I could only gasp and reflexively buck my hips into the movement. He was so hot inside. So tight.

It was a mad dash at this point for the both of us. My hand tugging at his slick, engorged cock, he bounced up and down in no careful fashion. We had a few false starts where his sheer energy made me slip back out, but soon I was back in his tight hole as he went on pumping away.

He started to get vocal soon enough. Little coos came from somewhere deep in his chest, breaking up the repeated plaps that filled the air. I just let out heady breaths, trying to keep my focus on guiding him with one hand, not wanting to fall out now in the home stretch, and trying to jerk him off with the other. I looked up at him.

His head was tilted back. He rubbed one of his claws up and down his stomach and chest while bringing the other down to his cock. He put a rough grip over my hand and guided us both through the frantic final moments before his inevitable orgasm.

I was close too. I started to grunt each time Spike brought his ass down. His moaning was reaching a crescendo and he was doing most of the work on his cock at this point. I was about to warn him that I was near coming before he erupted.

It was a mess, to say the least, but the good kind of mess. I thought he had to be pretty tapped out given the amount of precum he had produced thus far, but his first shot of cum alone, arcing quickly through the air before he could even react, was massive. It easily reached up to my face, hitting with such a force that it caught me off guard. I was ready for the rest of it though, I opened my mouth and almost lost count of the number of ropes in the veritable shower that Spike gave me. My head and chest caught the first half dozen shots, then it slowly started to accumulate on my stomach and eventually seep down unto my groin as it just kept coming.

Spike had seized up with the sheer power of his finish, but he still moved with my guidance as I sought my own climax. It was as his own cum started to wetten the plaping between us that I gave a few deep gyrations of my hip, firing off my own load into the purple dragon on top of me. Not to be outdone, Spike lethargically flexed his ass and ground his hips as I began to cum, milking every last drop that he could. Then we sat.

It was just heavy breathing. We were still, catching our breath in the smell of sweat and cum that surrounded us. He flopped down on top of me, a wet squelch accompanying a deep and tender hug. I felt myself slip out of him, and was pretty sure I could already feel him seeping onto me. We slowly caught our breath together, matching each other's rhythm.

Like a reptile--I guess literally--Spike looked up at me again. He craned his head up and I met him half way for a polite little kiss on the lips. He pulled back and licked some of his own cum off the corner of his mouth. "Time for a bath," he said in a tender whisper.

The bath ended up being cute. There really wasn't much left to banter about. We left the game set up on the table and walked off. Spike lived a decent ways out from Ponyville so we simply strode outside naked, covered in cum, Spike still leaking. He hadn't told me where we were going, so I followed quietly, the cool night air threatening to make me shiver. There was a small clearing we had to walk through, the grass tickling my feet as we went, and I stopped to gaze up at the starry sky, at the moon. I felt his claws slide under my arms from behind as he hugged me again. I grabbed his claws as he hooked them around me and we stood under the moon for a bit. It was a nice moment.

"Have you ever taken it in the ass, Anon?"

Alright then.

"Uhhh." I was very aware of his position behind me. "Not, like, penis in ass...no."

"Well that might be a bit much for one evening, but if you want to come back to me on your quest for love," he leaned in, whispering in my ear, "that's certainly something that we can try."

He really made me let out a shivering breath. He could be so commanding when he wanted to.

We detached but he kept my hand in his claw as we crossed the rest of the way over the clearing and stopped by a small pond. Spike signaled for me to wait. He grabbed a small box that was sitting on the bank and opened it, taking out a small purple bottle. He popped the cork and tossed some powder from the bottle into the pond and the entire thing sparkled for a little while before settling down. It must've been some kind of magical cleaner or soap.

He nodded to me and slowly stepped in, recoiling from the cold. Once he was waist deep he crouched down low, sinking into the water, and dipped his snout in. A jet of bubbles sprang out into the water as he breathed out, his fire breath heating up the pond.

He came up for a breath and smiled. "You may wanna test it to be careful. I don't know how hot is too hot for humans very well."

I dipped a toe in and found that he had done a pretty fine job. He came half way out, taking my hand and guiding me into the center of the pond with him. He was up to his shoulders while I was only up to my chest.

It was a slow and passionate bath. In no particular order and with no particular rush we groped and rubbed and teased at each other for a while, Spike reheating the water every so often. I played with his semi hard cock when he slipped it from his slit to clean it, he groped at my ass and kissed my shoulder. The water had a slight tingle to it, no doubt from the potion he had thrown in, and it made my skin feel electric and alive.

Within a few minutes of this sensual back and forth I had gotten hard again. Spike took a position behind me, guiding me towards the shallower end of the pond. His cock poked between my legs, brushing up underneath my balls. Lost in the sensations, I let him guide me onto my hands and knees as he knelt down behind me. I was about to voice a complaint, telling him that I was reluctant to try anal with him, but I was cut off by his tongue.

Before I had even turned around he had taken up position between my legs. His long warm dragon tongue slithered its way suddenly around the left side of my balls from behind. Once there it slowly dragged its way back over my coin purse before doing the same to the other side, shutting me up again.

He gave my taint a few licks before moving up to his prize. I arched my back and sank into a low sign as I could feel him start to rim me. Also interesting was his claw, taking position at the base of my cock and starting to stroke. I did my best to relax, focusing on the stimulation to my dick to distract me until I had finally loosened up enough to enjoy the tongue swirling around my asshole.

Even after having gotten off pretty hard only a few minutes ago, our foreplay had done wonders to work me back up. Contributing even more towards my orgasm was Spikes tongue which had just taken the plunge so to speak. I moaned softly and arched my back further. He felt like he knew the idea of what he was going for, as he slithered his long tongue around searching for my prostate, but he just couldn't quite get it.

His claws were working wonders however, as one was jerking me off and the other was gently cupping my balls. Even with his fumbling inside me I was soon moaning in pleasure, my precum leaking down into the water below. He sped up, merely thrashing his tongue while his hand job went into overdrive. I realized that I could hear my own moans echoing out into the night air. I clenched my stomach and let it go, shooting off my load as Spike kept at me on all fronts. He slowed down as my dick stopped spasming and kept his hand cupped on my balls as he slowly withdrew his tongue.

Such a weird feeling, his tongue getting dragged out inch by inch. I didn't know if there was any other remark I could formulate about it.

All the way out, he crawled up to me and laid down next me. His face barely poked up from the water, along with his chest, his knees, and of course his cock. I didn't need to be told.

Getting the whole thing in my mouth would've been quite the challenge, just as much for girth, especially around his knot, as for length. I didn't need to however, as I soon had him squirming just from me sucking at the tip and stroking the base. My other hand found its way to his tail hole under the water and pretty soon he was nearing the edge.

I took the first two blasts of cum in my mouth before I pulled away to swallow. I missed another rope that launched up into the air, slashing down in the water, but fastened my lips around the head of his cock in the end to catch the last chunk of it.

I was almost about to swallow the last mouthful before I found myself embraced by Spike. He kissed me deeply and his tongue probed my mouth thoroughly, stealing his own cum greedily back for himself.

After the kiss it was a simple matter of cleaning up the rest of the way and taking the light stroll back.

The walk in the night air left us dry by the time we re-entered the hut, and Spike and I took a big little spoon (me) and little big spoon (him) position in the bed and fell asleep for the night.

It was only in the morning, as we were eating dinner for breakfast, talking about the previous evening, and preparing for me to leave, that we even thought of the conclusion to our game.

"Guess we'll say they screwed and parted ways," Spike shrugged. I procured the choker that had been around Spike's neck the night before. The amulet I was meant to steal.

Spike was understandably shocked. I had been naked since last night and, given the exploration we had done with each other, the next question was obvious: "where did you even hide that?"

I smiled, "guess I rolled a good slight of hand."