Author's Note

Happy Holidays! I bring to you a sex chapter!!!

So yeah, literally this chapter is smutt / clop. This is the last warning I'm giving to you. so if you don't want to read that turn away now. Other than that I got this chapter out quicker than I thought and am fairly happy with it. However please keep in mind this is literally the first time I've written this subject material and shared it.

So please at least be gentle in that regard.

Have a wonderful holiday season and see you in the next chapter!

Chapter 13 (Rewrite)

I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered. Sure on one paw I wasn't helping the situation by pulling him to me and assaulting his tongue with my own even after I knew he was fully erect. At the same time though I didn't leave a wet spot on his stomach and even if I did it would probably be much easier to clean. On a third and much more controversial paw though, I'm weirdly into it. He didn't mark me by any means, but the fact that I've literally pleasured myself to the thought of him taking me in the past… Ok calm down Fenrir. You're going to turn out like your brother if you don't get a hold of yourself.

Did I have siblings as Gaia?

“I'm just gonna go.” Blinking in confusion I refocus my vision on Spike in time to catch him hastily getting up and using his wings to cover himself.

“No!” Spike flinches from my shout, but that is more than enough for me to jump up and tackle him. Thankfully the cushions and pillows of my nest are more than up to the task of softening our landing. Unfortunately for us both they do not stop us from tumbling and rolling. When we finally come to a stop I am lucky enough to be on top and quickly move my arms to pin Spike in place below me.

“Gaia…” In a panic I hug him as tightly as I can.

“Please stay. I'm not mad I really kind of like it. Wait please don't think that's weird!” With a face no doubt just as red as my own Spike tries multiple times to look away from me, but I meet him each time. When he looks to the left I lick at his snout and when he tries to turn away again I instead nip at his chin. I just want him to kiss me again, maybe then he will stay… I am less than successful. After the fourth failed attempt to get him to kiss or lick me back I turn away in embarrassment.

Does he not want me now? I didn’t say anything to offend him, right? No, I didn’t say anything at all really. Silence can be just as insulting… What did Hel say that she did back when she first found a partner? Why can't my mind work for once? Just once I'd like to be able to remember something for sure and not second guess myself! I can't believe I forgot how to court a drake…

Wait, who's Hel? I thought I only had a brother?

Stop it Gaia you’re getting off track… No, I’m Fenrir. Gaia never lived.

But isn't Fenrir dead?

“Gaia.” Reluctantly I look back to Spike and receive a wet tongue licking my snout and a paw wiping away tears from my cheek. When did I start crying again? “I'll stay… If that's what you want.” Flicking my tail I lay back down on top of Spike and nuzzling into him with a deep purr.

“Please stay… I want you to stay with me. Don't leave after I just…” Moving his arms to wrap around me Spike pulls me tight to his chest and then gently rests his head against mine. His cheek burns with a warmth that my own no doubt radiates with equal measure.

“Soooooo… What do we do now?” I growl softly and tighten my grip on Spike.

“I don't know… I… I want to court you. I wish to be yours… Gods above that sounded so stupid. I'm sorry forget I sai-” Spike takes my chin in his paw and moves my muzzle over enough for him to kiss me. In seconds I am purring and melting like clay as he pushes his tongue into my maw. A deep and guttural moan joins my purrs as I can feel a more adventurous paw move down to my flank and start to trace my scales.

Much to my own dismay I'm forced to pull away and break the kiss when I start to get too worked up. Panting and breathing heavily Spike eagerly follows my muzzle every step of the way and continues to nip and lick me until I return another quick kiss. Only then does he relent and rumble below me.

“Don't take this the wrong way Gaia but -” Blushing deeply I shake my head.

“Fen…” Spike just smiles and kisses my snout.

“Fuck tradition Fenrir. Not to sound harsh but if I never knew it, and you forgot it, why don't we make our own traditions?” A little confused, I tilt my head to the side. I still have no idea why I do that…

“What do you mean?” Two wings wrap around my body and cocoon me right before Spike shifts his weight and twists to the side. Rolling over towards the middle of the nest Spike is now on top with me snuggly below him.

“I mean lets just do what we want. We have no one to please other than each other. I definitely don’t care what my mother thinks about who I want to be with and though I’m sure you love your mom she isn’t around anymore.” I tap at Spike's chest with one of my claws and hum. Looking down between his legs he is still very much erect and even dripping small amounts of fluid onto me.

“I think I’d like that…” Shifting slightly I bring both of my paws up and cup Spikes cheeks before locking my eyes with his. Gently he rests his snout down against mine and purrs. I don’t know why I love it so much, but when he purrs more I love it more than anything else. I somehow remember what my brother sounded like when he purred, and Spike is nothing like his. Spike sounds like the earth shifting in a burning volcano. A deep reverberation that echoes within my own chest and drags a purr of my own in response each time.

Offering one more brief kiss to his snout I let go of his cheek with my paw and gently trace his scales with my claw down to his jaw. From there I trace a slow yet intercite pattern down the length of his neck and do the same for his chest. It isn’t until my claw crosses over to his stomach that he seems to catch on to what I am doing and I can see a small panic start to rise in him. I stop my claw just shy of touching his tip.

“I will not continue without your permission.” Spike pulls his wings back out from under me and steps off of me entirely. Rolling over onto my stomach I follow close behind him as he moves to the corner of my nest that is flush against the wall and plops down. No longer bothering to hide his cock he actually keeps his legs slightly splayed as he rests against the wall and sighs.

“I really want you too but… I’ve never actually…” I sit down next to him in a similar fashion and rest my head on his shoulder. Almost instantly his head moves to rest against my own rather than the wall.

“I know.” Spike says nothing for almost a full minute.

“Have you ever had -” I snort a large puff of frost and flick my tail roughly.

“No… No matter how much of my past is lost to me I know I have never laid with another. As much of my mind may be a patchwork of hazy half memories I know that I was terrified of the thought. I didn’t want to find love just to lose them moments later…” Reaching my paw over his lap I gently rub his tip with the back of one of my claws. Spike lets out a shuddering moan in response before pulling his head back.

I always thought that Jötunns, and I guess dragons by extension, have such uniquely shaped penises. Sure this is the first time I’ve ever touched one, but just like any other I’ve seen his is slightly curved with a tapered tip and two rows of soft yet flexible spines running along the bottom. Supposedly the tip is supposed to be able to pass into my womb, but I kind of doubt that being possible. I may not be a mammal like the ponies but I’m thinking from what I’ve seen of Cadence and Shining it shouldn’t be possible.

Turning my paw slightly I let my palm scrape over his little spines and giggle. Each little spine seemingly just as sensitive as anything else on his length as given how Spike starts to moan loudly. I move my paw back up the other way and his spines now flick like a tree branch pulled too far before vibrating back into place. In fact the more I play with them the more firm they get. Spike moans again and nips at the spines on my cheek making me giggle again.

Taking my free paw I reach over and grab one of Spike's paws and lead him down to my slit. Having long ago swollen from excitement and exposed my flesh I should have been more prepared for one of his claws accidentally dipping inside of me right away. All I can offer is a sharp gasp while I involuntarily tighten my grip on both his claw that kept sinking deeper and his cock. Thankfully he only moans louder rather than shouts in pain.

“Fen I -” Breathing through gritted teeth I struggle not to moan again. Spike had shifted his head to rest against my own again after having initially turned to watch himself play with my lower lips. However as soon as I squeezed him he turned his attention back to his cock caught between my palm. His hot breath rings in my ear with each of my movements, no matter how subtle they may be. From the quietest grunt or moan, to the heavy whispers that carry my name I hear every sound he makes. Without warning Spike gasps and starts to buck his hips roughly. As he does his muscles tense up and very quickly I my paw is getting covered in a burning hot liquid that sticks to my scales.

“Oops…” Panting and wheezing slightly it takes a minute or two for Spike to calm and his penis to finally relent. Sure he only sprayed fucking everywhere, but I cant be mad. I probably should be, some conscious part of me certainly is too. I know I'll have to clean this and potentially need to burn my nest to get rid of the smell. At the same time I'm excited, I desperately want the same volume of an explosion to happen inside of me. I want to roll around in my cushion covered in his cum and never lose his scent…

“I'm sorry Fen… I didn't mean to… I didn't want to cum but I just… Wow.” Purring louder than I think I ever have, I stand and quickly place myself into Spike's lap. He only offers a small yelp in response to my actions and actually flares his wings out and grabs my hips with his paws when I almost fall. At first looking at me in confusion he quickly figures out my plan when I line myself up with his tip.

“I love you Spike. I do not say this as Fenrir, nor do I say it as Gaia. In truth I don’t know who I say this as anymore, but the one and only thing that I know without a shadow of a doubt is that I love you. Creatures nowadays think that only knowing one another for a year is too short… From what I remember, knowing a partner for more than a week was too long… I don’t care who is right or wrong.” Spike licks my cheek making me stop.

“I said we should make our own traditions Fenrir… If I’m honest I don’t think it matters how long we’ve known each other, it only matters if we connect. Cadence likes to say that the most important thing is if two lovers are compatible. That is the biggest thing that is needed to have a functioning relationship.” I hiss softly and lean forward to kiss his snout.

“You know what I am though right? What your mother says I am anyways… I’ve… Spike I’m not a good person. Yes they are past lives, but even as a new being they are still just as much a part of me…” Spike just smiles as he wraps his wings around my back to cradle me so he can safely move his paws up to cup my face.

“I don’t care. I know you hold a mantle for chaos, and I know from my mother that you hold one more that you despise.” I now know why he is holding my face as I can’t look away. Instead I close my eyes.

“So you know what I’ve done… What I’ve caused.” His lips press against mine while one of his thumbs gently rubs my cheek. When he breaks the kiss I open my eyes again to see the same sweet and loving smile that he is so eager to give me whenever I am feeling down.

“If you ask me, you do not cause wars. Fenrir never started a war and neither did Gaia, instead they both finished wars. You hold the mantle of war and of a smaller type of natural chaos. You don’t make wars happen, you end them and restore the balance that the chaos of that war caused.” Squeezing me tightly with his wings I feel myself start to slip down onto him and gasp as he quickly pushes past my entrance whether voluntarily or not he cucks his hips until I slide all of the way down his length. Each of us moan, twitch, and spasm until I finally come to a stop with his scales flush against my own. I feel full. Content. As if a piece of me that has been missing since my hatching has finally been filled as he holds me close and my insides actually pulse in response to his own heartbeat emanating from his twitching cock. I feel as though our hearts sync as this happens. That we truly became one.

Panting and shaking I do not trust myself to speak. Rather than use my words I lean my head against his and in seconds I feel him start to gently push with me. Our foreheads carefully pressed together in a way to not harm one another from our horns and spines and our eyes locked. His shining emeralds staring longingly into my own glaciers.

“I am yours…” He takes a moment to steady his breathing before talking again.
“Now and forever, Gaia, Fenrir, or a new name if you so choose. I don’t care, I am yours because I love you.”

Hissing softly I try to shift myself around or even lift myself slightly so that I can show him what his words mean to me. In the end I can do little more than moan and gasp as he bucks into me again and my walls clench down with an iron grip while my eyes flutter. The same little spines I had played with earlier are once again firm and rather surprisingly they do not hurt me. It is the exact opposite as the slightest of movements is enough to cause my muscles to lock up and send me plummeting back down to his base with a loud slapping of fluids. A horrid heat roaring in my very core screams out in pleasure that I match with my own voice as fluids rush past where we are joined together and noisily stane our laps. Suddenly lightheaded a strange mix of a purr and garbled moan escapes my throat as Spike starts to softly buck his hips again. Only now instead of my palm he is now thrusting inside of me.

In a beautiful haze I moan and cling to Spike with all my might as his breaths become louder and more frantic. His movements and thrusts grow in intensity and aggression and before long we are both panting and screaming out in bliss. Another wave of spasming and twitching muscles contract and squeeze my walls in a death grip around Spike. Each and every barbed spine is enveloped by me and pokes and prods me in the most wondrous of ways and his tip actually pushes deeper inside of me to unleash his inner fire. Burning, sweltering heat fills my walls only seconds before a sharp pain deep inside me makes me gasp and I feel his tip actually push into my womb. Had I been in season I doubt it would have hurt, but all the same Spike is now tied to me.

Panting, shuddering, shaking and shivering I am exhausted. Too weak from such overwhelming feelings I can do little more than moan and weakly grind against his hips as his cock twitches and spasms with each spurt of lava being pumped into me. I am Spikes mate. Spike is mine and I am his...

I'm not alone anymore...