Say So!

Their passion didn't keep in the luxury elevator of fifty floors, each beeping after a few seconds. The two stood side by side, dazed and frazzled, warmed and scared, the expressions of shy, horny creatures, afraid of the bedroom it was leading them to.

Fluttershy stood next to the dragon at the center of the elevator, purse clutched at her front, blush and shock still on her face. Glancing up and to the side, she saw the dragon doing the same, the two looking away, seeing the large mirrors that reflected them together. Both blushing more, they looked to the ground—at the elevator's final ding.

Spike glanced over while the ride slowed to a stop. "Penthouse?"

"A gift from Rainbow Dash."

Spike whistled while rolling on his feet. "Must be nice being famous."

"Mhm."

They passed the opened door and crossed the left of the hall, reaching the last door on the right. Fluttershy opened the door for the dragon, who swallowed and smiled and nodded, walking into the room, a flick of a light switch sounding behind him.

The holy sunlight of heaven shone.

Spike lost his jaw in stumbling forward. The open space of the red carpet narrowed in front of him. Various rooms loomed to the sides with large windows showing the city. What had captured his attention lay directly in front of him. Smooth marble steps, thinning in ascension, cradling a golden bed at the top. Large, vast, velvet sheets and flanking mirrors.

Fluttershy set her keys in a bowl left on the counter. She turned to be with the dragon—before being equally stunned. The mirrors hadn't made much sense during their first few trips. She'd even scared herself by all the reflections that peered into her soul. She couldn't understand why so many would surround a bed of all things.

Now's not the time to lose face.

"Oh, look." Fluttershy pointed at the ceiling where, to none's surprise, another mirror reflected a top-down view. "Another one."

Spike looked. He chuckled like a doomed, accepting soul. "Huh. Looks like I'll really have to please you."

Fluttershy turned and laid her hands on his shoulders, pulling him for another kiss, one slowly enjoyed. She held him even as their lips left. "You'll do fine."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I'm here with you," Fluttershy admitted while shyly looking away. "And so long as it's with you… I'll be happy, no matter what."

Spike smiled at that. Didn't seem like anything held him back. He bent forward and kissed her again, taking the lead as their mouths opened more—tongue clashing again. His claws fell onto her shoulders, those small, slender things, that his palms easily washed over. They felt down her sides, stroking her arms, feeling for the bottom of her sweater.

Fluttershy paused the kiss with a nod. "Do it."

Spike complied. He raised the sweater over her body, struggling at her chest, causing the girl to wiggle. It slipped over the thickest portion of the bust and slipped off her head with ease. Her mane raised and then fell into a mess. The dragon inched back at the view. The half-naked girl with the white bra holding back her canary mounds.

"Y-You're staring."

"Who wouldn't?"

Fluttershy smiled. She felt behind her back for the clasp of her bra, unclipping it, the cups becoming loose around her breasts. Pulling them off and folding them together, Fluttershy stood in the open, a shy, blushing mess. "Uh.. Ta-da?"

Spike lanked back with a face full of wonder. His head shook, and he blinked. Words seemed beyond him for the moment. Having another so transfixed tickled another inkling of delight in the girl. Finally, in breaking his trance, the dragon spoke. "Wow. They're, a-ah. T-They're really beautiful, 'Shy."

Fluttershy smiled. "Thank you."

Spike did the same. Removed his shirt to reveal toned, slender muscles. He chuckled at Fluttershy staring. In going for his pants, Fluttershy did the same with her own, the two bending forward, looking at another. This was cause for another awkward laugh. Spike slipped easily off his pants.

While Fluttershy had to do some wiggling to escape hers. Naked yellow fur emerged beneath the denim, its brightness attracting the dragon. He came over to help tug the pants down, a claw feeling of the broad, soft fur, able to feel it without restriction.

Fluttershy giggled at the little scratches of his talons, as they stroked her pudge and sunk into its shape, tickling ever deep inward to the place between her legs. Stretched emerald panties clung to her curves. Spike faced them before looking up for permission.

She nodded.

Spike gulped and pulled down, revealing Fluttershy's bare, sweet-smelling sex, which he was hard pressed not to kiss then and there. Looking up again with a smirk, he saw Fluttershy's blushing face and, without warning, swept the girl into his arms while rising. She laid back in a cradle, heart hammering, looking up to the dragon carrying her.

It wasn't long before she was set on the bed, and the dragon came over her, knees crossing over her body, kneeling before her. His claws sunk into the mattress beside her head. Leaning and looming over her, the dragon smiles, lowering himself, a quick connection of another kiss, one that traveled from her lips to her chin, down her throat to her collarbone, following the rise of her right breast.

His claws kept occupied. Feeling across the side of her body, able to claim her waist in a palm, his talons scratching at her skin. He was working her up. Preparing 'Shy for what came next. His lips left tender kisses on the swell of her mound. Rising and sinking into it—before his lips found her bubble-gum breast.

Spike took it into his mouth with delicacy, sucking on its shape, tugging at it, smothering his face into her softness, feeling how she wiggled as hands fell across his face. One of his claws lowered to her thigh, able to claim the canary barrel, stroking and squeezing, a surprise clench that tingled her nerves.

Something entered the air. Fluttershy blushed in breathing through her mouth. Heat escaped from between her legs—as did a smell. She didn't try to stop it. Or stop herself from feeling so good. The dragon released her breast and continued down her frame, across what little pudge coated her tummy, his claws traveling further down her legs as he shifted down the bed.

And he fell into the lovely pocket of space between Fluttershy's legs.

Her heart melted in seeing him lower to a near prone. She looked at the ceiling to see him nestled between her thighs. Fluttershy rose to get a better look at him—when a tongue flicked at her folds. It was enough for her to grip the sheets, holding them tightly as Spike licked her sex of all its honey.

And then he dove inward, his face flush with her crotch, feeling her clit resting atop his snout. His tongue shot inside her, slender and nimble, licking at her walls, a rising tickle that raised her hips from the bed, growing into a subtle thumping against the bed.

Fluttershy had to repress the urge to close her thighs on the sides of his face and lock him inside that place—not that the dragon would mind. Leaning forward, feeling her girls slink away, she came to tap the dragon on the forehead. He wiggled slowly from his buried place of flesh, seeing her from over the crop of pink frizzed pubic fuzz.

"I-I think t-that's… g-good enough."

Spike slowly nodded and rose from the place, coming to shuffle over her frame, crossing his arms underneath her neck, aligning their hips. She felt it. The large, thick shape settled on her stomach, rubbed over the skin, and ran through her fuzz. The dragon couldn't stop his hips from moving. The urge to plunge into a tight, warm place would squeeze him.

He slipped forward and back, lowering across Fluttershy's body, her breast jiggling from the motion, her head resting on the pillow. His cock slipped over her slit and rocked across it. The dragon's face was above her own. His eyes shone green. He looked at her with a gentle expression.

"You're sure?"

Fluttershy nodded. Without caring about where his mouth had been, she rose into him with a kiss, sinking into his lips, the two becoming one. Slowly, his cock lowered to the base of her folds, forcing them apart, and squeezed into her tightness.

Fluttershy gasped into the kiss and rose somewhat from the intrusion, but she didn't break away, only falling into him more, feeling the thickness barrel deeper into her. It was like having an emptiness suddenly filled. She felt stretched. Opened. It warmed her insides as it entered her existence.

Spike pushed all the way into their joint moan.

Then he pulled back, waiting a few seconds as they separated to breathe, before joining again, another push inside. He didn't stop his time as his hips found a rhythm. Slinking in and out as they broke against her again and again.

Fluttershy twisted and moaned, unable to stop the fires crinkling in lines across her frame, feeling herself come alive, that rising beneath bloating beneath her skin. She tried to rock against him as well. To close her legs, to hug him inside, to do anything to connect more to him. To feel that extra little tickle of the beast squeezing inside of her.

But the two merely resumed their kiss, content to keep like that as the sex continued, Fluttershy sometimes looking to the ceiling, seeing her body covered by his, the size of his back and the motion of his waist, the way he worked to please her. She blushed at the view. At being so covered by another. So much that her arms wrapped further around his back as she rose against him—feeling ready.

"Y-You… nhm… c-close?"

"A-Already there."

"D-Did you want me to—"

"No." Fluttershy sealed herself against him in feeling deep inside, thrusting away, each rocking her chest, putting her in constant motion. "Give me your all."

Spike rested his head on her shoulders as he finished, a final few thrusts before being unable to hold back, not stopping, the walls sealed around his member, pumping inside the desperately tight place. Warm honey washed and stuck across his member as it creamed white after white, thick and heavy blasts that entered the woman's depths.

That burned deep and unfelt places.

The two had arched into each other during the height of their bliss, falling away in the seconds after that, the dragon pulling out, the messes of their love leaking from Fluttershy's legs. A dampened pool began on the fabric beneath her love. It coated the swell of her cheeks and the insides of her thighs.

Spike fell back on the bed, breathing heavily, while Fluttershy rolled to his side, clinging to it. The two looked to the ceiling as they breathed, seeing the other, a blush and a smile, an unknown of what words to say. Fluttershy looked at the dragon's eyes. How bright they were. Not so dim as when he had first come in.

It took some fiddling, but the two sneaked beneath the blanket, allowing Fluttershy to cover her chest. She laid on her side and snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest, his claw stroking her hair, their eyes alight in looking at the other.

"I…" Spike neared the end of his recovery. "…still can't believe that happened."

Fluttershy booped his snout with a finger. "You mean it didn't happen soon enough."

"I didn't even though—"

Fluttershy fixed him a smoky, knowing look, killing his thought.

"Right." Spike nodded. "I should have just said I wanted it."

Fluttershy giggled. She stroked his chest with a finger. A thought played on her mind. Something that proved to be amusing.

Spike glanced at her. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing." Fluttershy smiled. "Just something Rainbow will tell me the next time I see her."

Spike was cute when he looked worried. "And what's that?"

"Told you so."