Finding your Wings

"I can't believe your aunts are okay with this," breathed Spike, pulling back the covers for his bed. "I thought for sure that your Aunty Lofty was going to rip me to shreds, for sure!"

"If she so much as grabbed your ear, Twilight and Rainbow would have stopped her," assured Scootaloo. "I knew you weren't in real danger."

"I was in danger of never seeing you again. She'd have hauled you off to Celestia-knows-where, and what then? I'd not see my hatchlings until they were fully-grown!"

Scootaloo slid into bed. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant, yet. Who says you even have hatchlings, or if they have eggs to hatch from to begin with?"

"I guess that's just wishful thinking on my part," chuckled Spike. "I don't know, I like the idea of having kids. I had hoped it would be later in life, but..."

"And I always thought my foals would come from a stallion, and that my wings would be covered in feathers. Maybe it's not exactly right, but I can be happy with a dragon and dragon wings. Better than nothing, anyway."

Spike huffed. "Glad to know I'm better than nothing..."

Scootaloo shook her head. "I didn't mean it like that, Spike. I'm sorry. What I meant was, this isn't exactly what I pictured my life to be. I had thought it would be different, and having it sort of come true is better than not having it come true at all. Think of it this way; If you walked into Sugarcube corner and wanted an emerald cupcake, and they were out of emeralds, but they gave you a sapphire cupcake instead, isn't that better than leaving empty-clawed?"

"That still sounds like you're settling," sighed Spike, climbing into bed. "Think of it this way; I want you to be happy. If you're not happy with me, but you are happy with a stallion, isn't that better than being with me?"

Scootaloo pulled Spike in for a hug. "Spike, I'm sticking with you. Maybe it's not perfect, but it's still good! You may not be the stallion I always dreamed about, but I still love you. I would be honoured to raise a... litter?"

"I think it's called a clutch."

"A clutch of hatchlings with you! And I stand by that statement."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to come to me when they're able to walk and tell me that you regret it," he sobbed. "I don't want to be left alone. I don't wa--"

He was cut off as Scootaloo leaned up and kissed him. "There's nothing we can do to change the way things happened. If we didn't end up with what we wanted exactly, tough. But I'm willing to push hard and make this relationship work. Are you willing to help me do that?"

Spike took a deep breath and kissed her. "I guess I'm just scared."

"Yeah, me too," sighed Scootaloo. She squeezed his claw. "That's why I need you standing beside me. It'll be easier to face this together."

Spike nodded and squeezed her back. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Scootaloo began to disappear under the covers.

Spike was confused until she started to open his knees. "Scootaloo?"

"Rainbow asked at breakfast whether or not you were good in bed. Do you remember?"

"I do," breathed Spike. "I also remember you staying silent. It made me nervous."

"I didn't want to embarrass you, but you could be a little better when it comes to satisfying me."

Spike swallowed hard. "I'm not good?"

"Well, I'm certainly not an expert," sighed Scootaloo, "but I've felt better with just my hoof."

"So I'm not enough to satisfy you?"

"Not as you are." She licked what little of his shaft was peeking through his slit. "But you just inferred that you'd like to make this relationship work, even if it takes some effort. Or did I misread that?"

"No, I'm willing to work on it with you!"

"Then tonight, we work on your longevity."

"Longevity?"

"You want to be better, right? This is training. Hold it in for as long as you can."

Spike nodded, but as Scootaloo was about to take the tip into her mouth, Spike grabbed her. "Wait!"

Scootaloo looked up. "Why? What's wrong?"

Spike leaned over and grabbed the box of condoms Twilight had left. "I made a promise to Twilight. If I broke a promise to a princess right in front of you, I'd be proving to you that I can't keep my promises." He guessed that medium would be the right size and tore open the sleeve. As he unrolled it over his length, however, he noted that it was way too big.

Scootaloo was disappointed at first, but after a quick thought, rolled her eyes. "Medium when compared to an adult stallion... You're what, shoulder high to Twilight?"

"A little above that."

Scootaloo pulled out a small one. "You still have some growing to do. You won't be this small forever."

Even the small one was pretty loose, but at least they could honestly tell Twilight that they tried. "At any rate, we're not doing anything that can possibly make me any more pregnant," chuckled Scootaloo. "Tonight is all about you. Try to hold on for at least thirty minutes, okay?"

Spike nodded and Scootaloo lowered her head. Last time had been so chaotic and wild that she'd not had the time to really appreciate his anatomy. And now, she had new anatomy, as well, and that would change the way everything worked.

She split the fork in her tongue and ran it up to the tip from the base. She could feel every bump, every spine, every pinched clump of skin, every vein and artery. She could feel his heart beating fast through his dick, and every pulse reverberated through her tongue.

No sooner did she touch the tip than he shot his first load with such force that the condom would have slipped off, had she not been holding it to him with her tongue.

"Sorry," breathed Spike. "That felt...

"It's okay," sighed Scootaloo. "That's why we're practicing, right?"

"I didn't mean to disappoint you..."

Scootaloo shook her head. "It's okay. We have time. Let's try it again. Who knows, you'll probably do better the second time because you'll know what to expect."