Finding Your Family

Scootaloo had intended to have her parents stay at the house before dinner, but after their argument, was glad that Holiday and Lofty still had their own house. Scootaloo's old bedroom was a better guestroom than the cot in the basement and the living room couch. More importantly, she didn't want to shout all night.

The kids were pretty tired, as was Spike, so after dinner, they all went to bed early. However, with Scootaloo hinting throughout the day that she wanted to fool around, Spike kept himself awake in their bedroom, and when she crawled into bed, he wrapped his arms around her.

"Not tonight," she sighed. "That whole thing put me in a bad mood..."

Spike relaxed his grip a bit. He'd already warmed himself up. He had been there, too, and he wanted to make her feel better. At first, he'd thought to do so through an intimate internal massage, but now he was thinking that warm hugs were the answer.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"No," she grunted, pressing her forehead against his chest. "None of this is alright. I can't believe my parents don't like you!"

"Well, to be fair, I'm a bit upset with them right now, too."

"Well, yeah, but you have good reason to be. They just barged in and started messing with stuff that you worked hard to put together."

"Yeah, but I proposed to the daughter they worked hard to put together. And I did it without asking their permission first."

"You didn't have my aunts' permission, either."

"Yes, I did," answered Spike. "Lofty was there when I requested the ring. In fact, she talked the jeweler out of overcharging me for the custom cut. She knew my intent, and approved."

"Now if only my parents felt the same way," sighed Scootaloo.

"They'll come around," assured Spike. "Everypony in town can see that we should be together. We can show two more."

"I don't know," answered Scootaloo. "They tried to separate me from my loved ones before, and it took the whole town coming together to convince them to let me stay, and even that took two attempts."

"But they did eventually see that Ponyville was best for you. Just give them a little time, and they'll see that I'm good for you."

"Are you sure?"

Spike pulled her close. "Even if I'm not what's best for you, I'm at least a good influence."

"You made me pregnant," snorted Scootaloo, jokingly. "Those eggs were really painful to lay, you know..."

"But now you have a son. And two wonderful daughters. And soon, a pretty alright husband."

"And a house," added Scootaloo. "Don't forget that."

"You see?" chuckled Spike. "If you can reach that conclusion, so can your parents."

When Scootaloo awoke the next morning, Spike was still asleep. He'd been up for two days, and he'd stayed up even later making sure she felt well enough to sleep, so she understood why he was so tired.

She took a deep breath, smelling the musk off his chest. He really was wonderful, from the way he thought about her to the way he smelled. She'd made a promise to him yesterday, and had broken it. Now, it was time to make good on that offer.

Gently, she reached behind him and made sure his wings were tucked in, then rolled him onto his back. She was trying to manipulate his position without waking him up.

Once he was facing the ceiling, she slid down his body, moving slowly so as to not drag the blanket down with her. The cold air would wake him, for sure.

When she reached his legs, she could smell that his musk was way stronger down here. She'd smelled more virile and pungent dragons before, having lived in the dragon lands. Some of them had stenches so powerful that she could smell them across the cavern. But Spike's was the one she wanted. She knew his smell, and it was the one she chose to desire. Even if the other dragons had triggered more of a response than he had, she liked the way he smelled, because she liked him.

She dug her tongue into his slit and wrapped it around his length, gently massaging it and wriggling inside his sheath. He stirred a bit, but did not wake. However, he began to peek through, just a bit, his tip just pressing past her lips. She kissed it, letting it slide into her mouth until the whole thing was out and ready to go.

She gave it a few long, sensual licks, starting at the base and running up to the tip, then kissing it incrementally as she went back down. She rubbed her thumbs against his internal testicles, giving them a small fondle as she went. She knew he liked that, and even if he wasn't awake, it would be a pleasant ending to his dream.

As she started to bob her head, the blanket came up, and Spike looked down at her. "Well, good morning to you, too. I take it you're feeling better?"

Scootaloo said nothing, going all the way down and swallowing his entire length. He was longer than her mouth, and ended up in the back of her throat, but she was taking it like a champ. She was used to him by now, and not only did she know what he liked, but she knew how to do it.

"You wanna scoot that tail end up here?" he asked.

She came up slowly, sucking as she did until she had pulled off of him. "Nope."

"You sure? I have a tongue of my own..."

"This is your reward for being such a good husband," she smirked.

"I'm not your husband just yet," he chuckled. "That's going to come soon, though."

"You're going to cum soon," she teased back.

With a snort, Spike reached down and grabbed her ankle, pulling her hips close enough to massage her slit with his claw. "And so are you, if I have any say in the matter."

With a chuckle, she swallowed him again, moaning as he dug his claws into her pussy, rubbing and stretching it as she continued. She'd successfully made his awakening very special, and if he was about ready to pop, he would have to make up for her rather significant headstart.