Say So!

They wound up on the dance floor with enough space to call their own. Spike and Fluttershy had been a little shy at first, staring at each other, looking around, seeing if they could take the lead of others. But seeing how no eyes were on them. How they were so swept in with the crowd that they didn’t stand out at all… the two of them started to dance.

Tapping their feet, shaking their hips, moving their arms, and connecting their souls to the rhythm of the song, to the movement of the other. The distance closed between them as they found their beat, focusing on the other, connecting their dance to reflect the other.

Spike still kept that foot away. He was willing to take the advance only when Fluttershy gave it. His eyes watched her dance. How her chest jumped and bounced. The sway of her hips and the way denim flexed over her legs. How he seemed to come awake by those things. Fluttershy had decided it was time for revenge.

To push him that extra step forward.

Fluttershy fell against him as the music rose. Dancing bodies flooded around them as the two were pressed together. She turned them around, walking backward, feeling his claws capture the flexing of her waist, coming until her back settled against a wall.

I want you to be mine.

Spike sealed her against the crystal with an expression of confusion mixed with worry. His claws were still on her pants and claiming the denim lands. Fluttershy, with her hands free, raised and crossed them around the dragon’s neck. He lowered himself in her hold. Brought their faces together and their lips on the other.

He must have thought that she was going to speak. Say something important. But Fluttershy only kissed the dragon. Raised and drowned in his lips as pleasure tingled again. Her hands felt across the broadness of his shoulders, the blades of his back, the smoothness of scales glossed against her fingertips.

The dragon swam in the kiss as well. His claws inched from her waist, feeling up and down her thighs, the fabric enchanting his touch, the substance beneath pushing him further. Closing his eyes and surrendered his exhaustion to the bubbling delight.

Fluttershy then got an idea. In looking around the surrounding dancers, she hoped something would go unnoticed. During their kiss, her hand claimed his claw and, raising it, left it on her chest. His claw struggled with its locations, talons kept in an open lock. The dragon’s eyes jerked awake—but ‘Shy only winked.

Before, unable to help themselves, they closed, squeezing her breast through the sweater, which added extra padding to the gesture. Both moaned into the kiss as she squished her. Grabbing at her thigh, kneading at her breast, consuming her lips. His body pressed into hers. His waist pushed her belly into the crystal. She rocked against him.

Spike broke only the kiss. Worry vanished. But confusion remained. “Fluttershy?”

“Mhm?”

“What… what is this?”

How much longer do you want to play this game?

“It’s exactly what it looks like.”

His lips separated but leaked zero words. Part of him didn’t know how to continue. Of how to go about this. He looked away, wanting something. Something that he was too afraid to ask for. Fluttershy felt it herself. Every fur lit aflame. The sweat that drenched her coat. The hot marks left underneath his touch.

“I want this, Spike,” Fluttershy nearly squeaked, a blush covering her snout. “A-And if you want it…”

Fluttershy swallowed as he looked down.

“Then you’ll have to say so.”