Finding Your Family

Shortly after the kids left with their escorts, Spike placed his claws on Scootaloo's shoulders and began to rub. "You ready to go?"

Scootaloo sighed. On one claw, she did want to go out and see what had changed about Ponyville. She wanted to catch up with her old friends, and find out if they still remembered her. She wanted to find out if anything hadn't changed, and was still the same as when she was a kid.

On the other claw, she was still tired from the move, still had some unpacking to do, and had spent the last few weeks doing everything she could to ensure that her family made the transition properly. She'd barely found any time to relax outside of sleep, and even then, she was plagued with worry.

In the end, Spike was supporting that second claw with his own. His shoulder massage felt nice, and she needed some time to decompress.

"Actually," she moaned, "I'd kind of like to stay in today." She turned and looked up at him. "You and I haven't had any time alone in almost a year. I'd really like to change that."

"Say no more," smiled Spike. Without further warning, he scooped her up out of her chair and curled her up in his arms, to her mild squealing and squirming, which calmed down rather quickly. "Let's go somewhere a little more cozy, shall we?"

Scootaloo wrapped her claws around his neck and her tail around his waist, holding tight to him as he carried her out of the dining room and up the stairs. She didn't let go until he was lowering her onto the bed.

"Let me grab some protection," said Spike, disappearing into the master bathroom. The sound of a lock clicking open was heard, and then out he came with a small rubber sleeve. Unlike their first time using condoms, this one was made for Spike's shape and size, courtesy of Ember.

"Make sure that thing's secure," smirked Scootaloo. "I just came back from the dragon lands; the last thing I want is to be forced to go back."

Spike chuckled and pulled off his shirt. He had, over the past few years, grown accustomed to wearing a shirt and pants given to him by Rarity that made him seem more approachable by anypony that hadn't met him. There was still some stigma against dragons, and having Spike look more pony-like kept newcomers from complaining about having to deal with him when Twilight was busy.

As the enchanted shirt cascaded to the floor, Spike's wings unfurled, stretching across half the room as he pushed them out all the way. He stretched and flexed his arms and chest, both priming himself and showing off to his dragoness. Scootaloo was certainly smitten by his display of his body, running her claws over her own to combat the tingling she felt in her scales. With a soft jingling, Spike's belt came undone, and his pants dropped. He was just barely protruding his tip from his sheathe as he kicked his clothing aside and climbed onto the bed next to Scootaloo.

Scootaloo leaned forward, sniffing at his vent. His pheromones were intoxicating, and as she exhaled, some steam puffed out of her mouth. "Is this..."

"For you?" Spike smiled broadly. "Yes it is. Just for you, and nopony else."

"I was going to ask if the room was fireproof," huffed Scootaloo.

"Oh. Yeah, mostly."

"What does "mostly" mean?"

"Well, if you tried to set it on fire, it'd light, but it's difficult to set it ablaze accidentally."

With a small smirk, Scootaloo blew a small, steady flame across Spike's tip, the flames licking at him, with the tips of her forked tongue occasionally popping out to join them.

After a few moments of that, with Spike now fully exposed and ready, he slipped the rubber over himself, securing it snugly and properly. It was ribbed, but otherwise was a perfect facsimile of Spike's rod, if it were lubricated and painted green.

"Allow me to return the favour," grinned Spike, shifting their positions so that he was down between her legs. Pushing apart the protective scales with his thumbs, he exposed her vent and, pushing his snout into the crease, dug most of his tongue into her pussy. The tip stayed out, letting the salivary glands on the underside of his tongue add a bit more lube, but more importantly, the tines of his tongue wrapped around her clitoris, pulsing regularly.

With both of them warmed up, Spike brought himself forward until he was snout-to-snout with Scootaloo. Their tongues wrapped helically around each other, digging into each other's throats as Spike moved his body into position. He had to compress himself a bit, as Scootaloo was still shorter than he was, but as soon as they were lined up, he pressed himself in.

While they had done this multiple times since they became a couple, it always felt special. While multiple dragons had tried to court Scootaloo while she was living in the dragon lands, citing that she wouldn't need to worry about her children if they had a father figure, she had remained loyal to Spike. She'd even ended up in fights with a few that wouldn't take "go away" for an answer.

Likewise, Spike had been tempted by a few mares, especially from the Crystal Empire, but had always refused. Unlike Scootaloo, he had wanted to lie with them, but refused because the one time it had made it as far as a kiss on the lips, he felt disgusted with himself and put an immediate stop to it. He was a noble dragon, and his decisions would be made by his brain and his heart, not his dick.

In a single press, he was all the way in, and Scootaloo's fiery breath jetted up past his ears around his face. He kept his breath steady for now, acting as her rock as his claws slipped up her arms and wrists, locking into hers. Once their fingers were intertwined, he pulled them back behind her head, bringing a pillow along for the ride. With as long as it had been since last they had done this, he wanted to make sure she didn't injure her neck with the addition of a headboard.