Working things out (after-hours)
Only you. I only need you.
Although the sky above Ponyville was chilly, nothing was getting in the way of this dragon’s schedule. Wind knocked him in a few different directions, sure, but eventually his warped bubble of speed through the sky drilled clouds with seamless splits.
He was one of the last fliers he knew who gained the ability to fly. This dragon was made by magic. Imagine being materialized by a young school student who had a vague idea of what your species looked like. There's no use in explaining unimportant details seeing how our purple and green friend made it to the gym.
Out of the corner of his eye, the stallion he aimed to meet up with entered indoors. His associate kept the door open as a few people walked by.
Thusly, a bead of sweat curved along one of his biceps. The dragon found the weather below a lot less forgiving today seeing his friend, now with a dark grey water stain on his tank top, begin wipe his hair away to see better.
The dragon arrived closer to the gym. Something, in his head, asked him to stop. He answered by ducking behind a bush.
"Look at how well defined and drenched this beautiful man is!" An inner thought shouted, as excited as one receiving free money.
He wasn't going to disagree with this sight before him. Yes, we was a victim of the microwave outdoors but nothing was on his mind other than his friend's shiny red skin and tight muscular arms.
It was cute in a way, how they were both melting in the heat together.
At least he thought so. The dragon snorted while smiling, almost like a sort of... Half Laugh. Bubbles bubbled bubbly within him, happily. Was it the heat making him feel a heightened sense of attraction towards this stallion? Or maybe— just maybe, he always felt this way long before?
They've known each other for about two decades but there was one small thing that stopped the two from advancing their relationship.
"What have I said about you coming here?!" A slightly smaller stallion with a cowboy hat grabbed his shoulder,"Big Mac, gimme a hug! On sight!"
Indeed he did.
"Braeburn! How's it going?" Big Mac gave the outlaw a strong embrace."That sign I washed looks like I never met it before."
"It's hard to maintain a place as a wanted man. Thanks for maintaining a lil distance, ya know?" His eyes shifted to the highway nearby after a siren blared."You seem to be doing well!"
"YEEEUUPP!" Big Mac talked with Breaburn as he held the door open with a single arm. "Looks like ants are making their way inside. Ah hafta' stop in a second."
"Aww, your arm is giving in? Big ol' Big Mac is struggling with the door?" He playfully punched his back and laughed.
"Nyyyoppee! Look! By your feet! A line if ants are marching one by one." There was no HOORAH to shout after he pointed at the ants.
Breaburn scratched his head and gave a slow nod. "Mhm, I see that, Mac. But if you strain your arm, there'll be no equipment to break of mine! Haeh haeh haeh!" Something specific about his laugh miffed the stallion in front of him.
"Ah won't do that again! It was only... A few times." Big Mac chuckled the second Breaburn rolled his eyes. "They are expensive but the apples are willing to help fund you."
"You're just itching to break another ab crunch. Mac, you crunched an ab crunch!"
"Still shocked by that? It happens." Big Mac shrugged and just then, stared down at his tennis shoes.
Or is it tena shoes? How does one pronounce it? Is there a correct way to say it? This is a data and data situation.
* * *
"No straw of hay is a stack, right? Of course I'll repay Breaburn for the broken exercise machine as I was saying but anyways, ah hafta call Sugar Bell soon." Big Mac grabbed a sanitzer rag. "Aren't you going to clean too?"
"S— sorry! But, what? What were we just talking about?" The dragon sat up from a rowing machine. He felt dizzy and nauseous from something. He wasn't sure what, but it was certainly unpleasant.
"Ah mentioned Breaburn and seeing you fly in the air before coming here? This is the third time you've asked me to repeat myself today, Spike."
"I'm just... being thorough, you know?"
"Welp, you're gettin' on my nerves rather than being... Thorough." Big Mac popped his beefy neck and made a satisfied yawn."We're just about the last ones here, and I don't mind leavin' ya'."
"H-hey, there's no need to be so..." Spike felt his heavy body blow air towards him as he passed.
Big Mac shook his head disapprovingly at Spike. The stallion studied his friend with an undiscernible expression.
"It was nice runnin' into ya'. I'll see you around..." His strong friend told him.
"Can we stay and do...." Spike was about to request something before a wave of his hand took place of his question. "Yeah, see you around, Big Mac."
* * *
His lips pursed and cracked a smile after Big Mac slowly lifted his shirt up and off, which revealed a beautiful set of four pack abs... No, they were a six pack, yes!
Sweat and manly musk and arousing stench caused this dragon to lose himself further.
They sat across the other on benches whilst hinting towards a certain area being alarmed. Big Mac reached into his shorts to tease the dragon. His hand plus a huge package inside a fabric cabinet was almost too much for him.
"I want to do insane things to you! I read a ton of magazines and..." Spike almost lunged at his friend in hopes to initiate their saucy mingling.
"Hold it. Are ya' sure you want to... Give in? 'Ah will give you what ya' want, Spike but we have things on the line." Melancholy and gentle, his southern voice dipped into such a realm.
It was a playful 'Are you sure?', Spike felt, but something begged and begged for the dragon not to.
Something, maybe denial, burrowed further into his head to act on such desires.
What feelings were tugging at the dragon with feral gnashing? Lust? Hope? No fabricated reality would question what is real. It's often in reality, we stomp our feets and toes and scream what our beliefs are.
Down inside a rabbit hole, pitch black and void, is where we are free to yell at only ourselves. How free are we, really? If you can scream, with your foot down, about a comfortable opinion you have... That's freedom! And to scream together, with a loved one? That's a reward few can manage.
* * *
"Right, Gabby?" Spike held up a finger to point at the sky to her confusion.
" Mmhm." An awkward smile was also her response.
"So, are weee going to... Y'know... We've known eachother for a while and—"
"Sorry, I didn't want to lead you on to thinking we'd— do it? I just thought you were teaching me how to play Ogres & Oubliettes?" Her feathers were as ruffled as she was confused. "I have to go... I think the Cutie Mark Crusaders need me again."
"B-but you cleared out your schedule to spend time with me!"
"Hm? Did I?"
* * *
"You wouldn't do that, would you, Mac?" Spike was almost fully undressed. He had but a shirt and socks on, lying down on his back.
Big Mac stood above Spike with an erected huge meat sword. "No, but what I would do is show you how to be a good pet."
"You know you can do whatever you want with me. But, I'll have you know that I am not a pet, I am little bit of a switch."
A laugh was heard after he said this. "And how would you know?"
"Ooh I just do." He smirked with confidence. This confidence, soon pooffed away the second he was grabbed and forcefully pushed against a treadmill. "This still proves nothing!"
Big Mac turned on the machine and slowly walked behind Spike. The dragon's legs were spread and unaffected by the rolling platform.
"Maybe, but 'ah reckon you wouldn't have come up with this."
"Technically, heh heh, I have." He laughed disingenuously after saying that.
They held hands on either side of the railings before commencing the railing.
And rail, they did.
Moans and sweat and laughter followed.
Only Spike had laughed. Only Spike, was laughing.
Was he alone in his self pity or lost in a steamy clash? Perhaps, both? Perhaps, none.
Both of them satisfied each other.
Spike clutched Big Mac's damp shirt in his hands. In the dark, he sighed. A chill shuddered his nude body. They've done it, yes, but only Spike was there.
Is porn merely intercourse out of reach? To Spike, it didn't matter. He had Big Mac, everywhere and anywhere.
Both of them satisfied each other.
Author's Note
Some philosophy for Summer Sin. I am on vacation but didn't wish to miss out. I'll make it up to HappyTime via another chapter detailing Spike's psyche sex fantasy. I apologize for the lateness and lack of quality. Will not happen once more. Or again. Another chapter? yep yep yep! Tis busy, however. Gotta flutter!
