Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, was doing what was probably her favorite activity: reading.
She actually read constantly. She spent every free minute she could muster reading a book, be it to increase her knowledge or simply follow a story. Today it was the former.
Ever since Spike had changed scales, her interest in the dragon race had been piqued, or ignited, as she had joked.
The only problem was that there were almost no records of dragons other than the well-known They steal, they rob, they burn entire villages and beware texts.
Twilight couldn't believe it at first. An entire race that was perhaps even older than the ponies and not a single book, not an essay, not a piece of paper that gave more information about dragons than what one learned as a foal. Twilight was horrified by so much ignorance, but in the end she had to realize that they were dragons after all and not all of them were as well-behaved and sociable and, above all, harmless as her little assistant number one.
But in the end, Twilight found what she was looking for. In the great library in Canterlot she had come across a single book. A single diary written by hoof and practically ancient. A volume of collected reports from a pony who dared to approach the dragons and study their species, even with detailed drawings.
A find of the century!
Twilight immediately took this gem home to begin her research and build her own scientific theses on it.
She hadn't told Spike about it. Your only object of observation should behave as naturally as possible. At the moment he was doing the dishes.
Twilight browsed. Keeping this diary was simply flawless. A treat for every book lover. The writing was clean and tidy, the language perhaps a bit old-fashioned and rustic but that was probably a plus and the drawings were sooooo detailed.
It had taken Twilight less than five minutes to not only elevate the pony who had written this diary to a golden pedestal of science, but also to award her the prize for the most wonderful book written by hoof of all time.
How could any pony have left this book to rot in a dark corner of a dark library all these years? Incomprehensible, simply incomprehensible.
The first pages told how the author named Curious Strife set out to watch the dragons on their group migration.
The first drawings were made from a distance, mostly of sleeping dragons, along with details of eating habits and sleep patterns.
Later, Curious had ventured closer to her, without showing himself, of course.
By Celestia, what courage this pony had shown, even though she was just a simple earth pony.
Maybe Twilight should write a story based on the events in this book. It would sell like cold cider on a hot summer day. But no! This book was written to impart knowledge to the world, not to be exploited for commercial success.
In any case, the book was written in a fantastic way. Curious managed to make the dry topic both educational and entertaining. That was writing at the highest level.
Over time, Curious had ventured even closer to the dragons. She described the different scale patterns and how you could tell what type of dragon they belonged to.
Twilight turned the page. A chart!
Oh Curious, you most wonderful of all ponies! She had actually made a chart to break down the different types. This pony definitely needed to be known by name!
The chart was followed by the horn structure and how it could be used to determine the age of the dragon. So informative.
But what was that? Twilight furrowed her eyebrows.
'I am still far from satisfying my curiosity until I have seen the part for which I set out on my journey.'
Twilight caught her breath.
That was the last entry of the day, but she didn't know what Curious meant by that. Suddenly this text, which was supposed to give her answers, posed a mystery.
Curious had set out to find the dragons for a specific "part," not just to study them in general.
But what was that part?
Twilight's heart was pounding. She hadn't felt this kind of excitement in a long time. All of a sudden, this diary had the beginnings of a mystery novel and awakened the urge in the inquisitive Twilight to solve that very mystery.
She was so curious that she briefly thought about just scrolling forward. But that wasn't right. That just ruined the tension. You don't just read the last page of a book.
Twilight scolded herself for her behavior, opened the window and took a courageous sip from her coffee cup. This book really demanded all of her concentration.
An hour later, Twilight Sparkle was still no closer to the mysterious something. She was a fast reader, but she forced herself to go through the pages calmly and carefully so that she didn't miss any possible detail or clue. The coffee in Twilight's cup had long since been emptied and Curious hadn't mentioned anything else about the part she was looking for.
Twilight was almost afraid that poor Curious hadn't had any success in the search and a deep feeling of sympathy spread through her.
For this purpose, Curious had chosen an object to observe. 'A young dragon', that's how she described him, 'wild and strong, but still inexperienced, blessed with almost childlike curiosity, he let me get closer to him than any dragon before. His name is Thorn.'
The next few pages were all dedicated to the dragon named Thorn. Curious, in her detailed style, had made drawings of the face, claws and legs, the back of the neck and the stature, all with brief annotations. By all accounts, Thorn was almost twice as tall as Curious herself.
She had been lucky again with her little dragon, thought Twilight. If Spike had ever gotten that big, life in Ponyville would have been impossible for him.
From this point on, the posts that Curious wrote were further apart in time. First just a few days, then a week, sometimes two. And the entries became less and less like scientific records and more and more documented their everyday life with the dragon. But whenever she wrote, Twilight felt the bond between pony and dragon growing stronger.
Twilight wasn't the first pony to have a dragon as a friend. Somehow the idea filled her with joy.
Curoius pointed out things that Thorn particularly liked, such as the places where he liked to be tickled or stroked. Twilight laughed at a picture of Thorn looking blissful as he was being scratched with a hoof behind his ear.
The next entry came out of nowhere and hit Twilight like a bolt of lightning.
'I did it! I have found what I have been longing for for so long!
Thorn showed me, he really is a good little dragon. I can finally call my research complete. Now I will solve the final mysteries. And all thanks to my good dragon. It was really easy. I just had to ask him.'
Twilight's eyes widened. Finally! Finally the terrible wait was over! Now the mystery has been solved.
Twilight turned the page, her throat dry. More paper appeared underneath. Blank and folded paper, such as a folded map or a very large drawing that was stapled to the side.
Twilight carefully picked up the paper.
The picture folded down and down and down, like the magazines her brother used to hide under his bed, and there it was. Twilight caught her breath.
OK. She hadn't expected that, she admitted to herself.
A huge dragon penis had opened up in front of Twilight, a relatively young specimen.
Twilight stared for a few seconds, surprised and a little shocked.
Of course not because she suddenly had a penis in front of her, no... okay, somehow yes, but sex was just as much a part of scientific knowledge as anything else and a penis was part of it too. After all, it was just a sexual organ.
She just didn't expect that her great heroine's search would involve desperately wanting to see a large, very large and wide penis. Which had been put down on paper in great detail...
By Celestia, could dragons really grow to such size?
Twilight found a note in the corner of the picture that gave her an answer: 1:1 scale.
Twilight swallowed. This thing was definitely bigger than a stallion's.
For a moment she wondered where Curious's interest in a dragon's penis had come from, but then she told herself that it had to be purely scientific, too. After all, it was just a sexual organ. And what pony could have said at the time exactly what the nature of these things looked like? Probably not a single one. Curious was just a little ahead of her time! That was the only reason.
N-no wonder this book was never published. The ponies at that time must have been more than outraged when they saw a picture of a penis in front of them. Old, dusty geezers. So prudish that even the slightest idea of sex caused an immediate scandal.
Not that Twilight imagined Curious and Thorn ever...
How did she even come up with the idea?
Twilight quickly withdrew her face, which had unnoticed gotten closer and closer to the picture.
Twilight placed the picture on her table, penis spread the full length. There it was. The light made the shades appear even more realistic and made it appear even more alive. Ponyfeathers, what a monster.
Twilight didn't know what to think of it, but the more she looked at the picture, the more she understood Curious's fascination. The thing was quite an eye-catcher. Long and voluminous. Powerful, to say it in one word. If a drawing could have such a charisma, what about a real example?
What had Curoius Strife thought when she saw the original in front of her?
Definitely not what you think! Twilight thought to herself, pinning the picture out of the book and pushing it up. She shook her head to clear her mind of all the stupid thoughts that had suddenly arisen in her mind.
Her great heroine, Curious Strife, had been pure of heart and in her mind Twilight asked for forgiveness. She actually felt weak for a moment. She consoled herself with the thought that Curious had probably had a better idea of the dimensions and had known what she was getting herself into. Twilight was simply surprised, caught off cold, so to speak. A stupid pun, considering Twilight was anything but cold right now. She was shaking slightly, but definitely not from the cold.
To calm herself, Twilight sat back down at the book and read the next entry.
'Today I caught Thorn plowing a female dragon. I scolded him, but he doesn't understand why I'm so angry with him. To be completely honest, I don't fully understand it myself.'
What the Tatarus?!
Twilight would have liked to claim that she didn't know what the word "plowed" meant, but the meaning was clear.
Twilight blushed. She wondered how she would react if she caught Spike doing this. The newfound knowledge from Curious' book had made it clear to her that, although very young for a dragon, Spike was already sexually mature. Even though he certainly hadn't had sex yet, he was probably already thinking about it and doing it himself. Maybe it was even worse with Spike than with Thorn. After all, Spike was surrounded by mares. One could only be glad that he didn't show the same ferocity as other dragons.
The image of a wild, lustful Spike preying on mares in Ponyville came to Twilight's mind. Her mouth went completely dry and Twilight's eyes frantically raced through Curious's entries to find something to distract herself with.
'Thorn did it again! This time it was a different dragon. I am so disappointed.'
'I had a dream last night. Thorn did it again with one of his kin, running towards the female dragon and overpowering her to plow her. I can't deny that a part of me felt a certain excitement at this and a thought came to mind: Why would he take her when he can have me too? Am I foolish?'
'Thorn stays out of my way. Last night he was gone the whole time and when I confronted him he avoided me. I got angry and yelled at him. I accused him of only thinking about plowing all the time. He replied, equally angrily, that it was my fault.'
'I have to learn to accept that dragons are more driven by there instincts than we ponies are. Still, this strange feeling inside me won't go away when I think about him.'
'That was the most difficult night I've ever endured. Everything is fine again. Thorn spent the night next to me. What made the night such an unparalleled torture was how close Thorn lay to me and how I had to fight the urge to touch him. I regret not doing it a little.'
'Something is burning inside me and I can't control it. I'm just a mare and it demands me. I have to do it. It burns so much, in a good but also torturous way. I want a stallion or a dragon, it doesn't matter what.'
'It's time for me to come to a point.
I've been accused before that my attraction to dragons doesn't just come from a thirst for knowledge alone. These were accusations that I always had to defend myself against. And even though it's difficult for me, I have to say that these allegations were justified, whether they were meant seriously or were simply meant to upset me. I don't want to pretend any longer. I don't want to have to justify myself any longer. If even half the mares I know had seen what I saw, they would feel the same way.
It's possible that Thorn and the way dragons live rubbed off on me. Free and wild and driven by the things they want, regardless of other people's opinions and I am now deeply grateful for that because now I can say:
I love Thorn and I want him.
He makes me feel like no stallion could ever do. Besides, I think he feels the same way as me.
If he wants me too and takes me, I will stay with him.
If that is not the case, I will burn this book and return to the ponies.
I already know how I'm going to do it. I will ask Thorn to show me all of him again and return his service in the way only mares can.'
The last entry in Curious Strife's diary was written crookedly and scraggly and simply read:
'Dragon sex is amazing!'
Twilight slammed the book shut. Her eyes wide open and her face bright red, she took a few steps back.
No wonder this book was never published!
So Curious Strife had really done it. She had had sex with a dragon. The fact that the book was still intact was proof of this.
Twilight's heart beat excitedly in her chest and a shudder shook the feathers of her wings. Of course only because of the surprise she had experienced and not because of any strange feelings that had suddenly awakened within her. That tingling feeling deep down inside her was probably just from the coffee she had drunk and would pass quickly and Twilight decided it was best to just ignore it.
Her admiration for Curious diminished a little, she considered how she should now continue her studies on dragons. The behavior and way of life of dragons was far too interesting and important a topic to simply be dropped just because it was a little more open in sexuality.
The book had already revealed a lot, but there was no evidence to support Curious' claims. So Twilight came to the conclusion that she had to provide that very evidence or, if necessary, list it as untruths. Luckily she had her own tame dragon at home.
The gear that ran Twilight's brain started to think in more sensible ways again. Plans formed in her head. And lists, hundreds of lists.
And where Curious Strife had failed, Twilight Sparkle would be victorious. She would examine the dragons, or at least one of them, and she would not give in to her desires.
Not that there were any.
After Twilight called for Spike, the little dragon appeared in her doorway, a little surprised, but also willing to be at her disposal.
"What can I do for you, Twilight?" he asked as Twilight paced around the room, floating papers, ink, and pens in the air.
Twilight didn't know why, but as soon as Spike had come in, her eyes had wandered down to him curiously.
"I need your help," Twilight explained curtly, pulling out a ruler and protractor from her desk. »I found this book about dragons. Extremely fascinating. And now I need you to substantiate some claims scientifically.”
"You found a book about dragons?" Spike repeated.
"Yes," Twilight said, hiding her slightly red face behind a stack of papers.
"Can I see it?" Spike asked, excited about the possibility of learning more about his race.
"No!" Twilight said sharply. The content of this book was really not for little dragons. At Spike's surprised expression, she added, "That would... affect the final result. And we don't want that, do we? Besides, it’s just a few measurements I’m going to take.”
Spike thought for a moment and decided that Twilight's statement was probably quite correct.
"Okay," he said cheerfully, building himself up, ready for Twilight to measure him up (or do whatever she wanted with him).
A slight tremor went through Twilight's feathers at this thought and her gaze slipped down to Spike again.
She shook those thoughts aside and approached the dragon.
Always stay scientific. Just don't get distracted.
Actually, it went quite well.
After Twilight wrote down the first numbers things went much better. At least that's what she told herself all the time.
She measured the kite from top to bottom. Put him on the scale, measured the angle of his teeth, noted the arrangement of his scales, examined his claws, etc. Everything that Curious Strife had written down was copied and cross-checked by Twilight. And with each step she ticked off her list she became more nervous.
And finally she got to that point.
It was only then that she realized that she hadn't even thought about how to ask Spike to do this. She hadn't warned him or even pointed out the possibility. And she wasn't sure if she was ready for it yet.
Calm down, Twilight told herself as her heart beat faster, just stay objective and it won't be so hard. Do it for science.
“So,” she cleared her throat, her mouth dry. “Next comes…” She cleared her throat again.
"What?" Spike asked curiously.
Twilight tried to find the right words.
"There's something... that I need to investigate... but I... I don't know if you're comfortable with that..."
By Celestia, it was harder than she thought.
“What else do you need to investigate?” asked Spike.
"It's not easy for me to ask you to do this," Twilight said, taking deep breaths. "But... could you show me... your p-p-p... your thing!" she finally managed, summoning all her strength.
“My thing?” Spike repeated in surprise. "Do you mean my..."
"Yes!" Twilight said before he could say the word himself. “Your… you know what.”
“But why?” Spike asked, embarrassment written all over his face.
Twilight took a deep breath and tried to push away the tingling feelings that had arisen within her. “For science,” she said finally. »A purely scientific study. There's a lot the ponies don't know about dragons and you're the only dragon here and... and you just have to start somewhere." She waved her hoof awkwardly in the air.
"I don't know," Spie replied sheepishly. His gaze wandered thoughtfully around the room and finally fell on the picture of the enormous dragon penis on Twilight's table. He had noticed him before, while Twilight was examining him, but said nothing. With all the preparation, Twilight had neglected to hide this very drawing from Spike.
Flustered, the dragon twisted his fingers together and pressed: "But mine isn't that big."
Twilight gently lifted his head to look him in the eyes. »Everything is fine, Spike. It doesn’t matter at all.”
Spike thought for far too long for Twilight's liking. She was gripped by an inner restlessness that made her very impatient.
“Do you really think that would help?” Spike finally asked.
Twilight remembered a scientific principle she had once read in a book. »The more we know, the better we understand the world we live in, Spike. Every little detail can help ponies and dragons get closer to each other. You want that too, right?”
"Yes indeed but..."
"Good! Then whip it out!”
Spike stared at her in surprise.
Twilight cleared her throat awkwardly. "Um... please, if you would be so kind."
Twilight had turned around. She had her back turned to Spike so the dragon could let her know when he was ready to show her what he had to offer. Twilight pretended to sort through her notes and flipped through books without reading them. She was too excited for that. The tingling sensation had become stronger again and a slight twitch had taken over her tail.
Had Spike noticed? It suddenly occurred to her that Spike had a good view of her ass. Was Spike looking at him right now? Had he even looked at him before? At least the little dragon only reached her flank. He must have looked at him before, right?
Twilight glanced over her shoulder.
"Don't look!" the little dragon shouted immediately and Twilight buried her nose in some encyclopedia.
"Just let me know when you're ready," she said, her voice shaking but frowning. So he hadn't looked at her ass. Somehow Twilight didn't like that idea at all. As if her butt wasn't worth looking at. Especially in a situation like this! She demanded that he show her his cock and he didn't even have the courage, the curiosity or the decency(!) to even give her a glance.
How often had Spike stared at other ponies? Did he even do something like that? Certainly. Definitely with Rarity. And Twilight's wasn't that different from Rarity's ass.
Her tail twitched again.
And Spike didn't make a sound, let alone that he had finally gotten around to getting his thing out.
Maybe she should encourage him a little. Pushing her tail a little more to the side so Spike could take a look at her too. Lead by example, like I'll show you mine, you show me yours.
After all, she was the one asking him to do something that made him uncomfortable.
And maybe he would like it too.
"Spike," she said, clearing her throat because her voice was unexpectedly quiet and thin. "Spike, if you want... well, would you feel better if I... first?"
Spike's mouth hung open for a moment.
“You want to show me your...?”
"Yes. There's nothing special about it", Twilight said quickly. She hoped she sounded like one of her old biology teachers did when they taught sexual organs back in school. A completely factual statement of the terms and facts. At least Twilight hadn't developed such a desire back then. Well, back then they had only learned it from books and not from their classmates. "You've probably seen one before."
"Not really," the little dragon admitted, which actually surprised Twilight.
“You’ve never seen one before?”
"No," Spike replied sheepishly.
Sometimes Twilight forgot how innocent Spike could be.
"Then... don't you want to...?"
Spike was sure he heard disappointment in her voice. "I didn't say that," he said quickly. »But only if you really don't mind. I don’t know what’s going to happen!”
Now Twilight looked over her shoulder again. Spike was bright red and his legs were shaking and she could tell from the look on his face that he was at least as excited as she was. He even felt the same tingling sensation and, like her, tried to push it away by pressing his claws between his legs.
But not so innocently, Twilight thought. But the realization that he felt the same way as her was a relief.
Twilight smiled warmly at Spike.
"I don't mind," she said, her heart pounding with excitement.
Twilight turned back around, resting her front hooves on the table and spreading her hind legs further apart.
She fought back the wild emotions inside her and tried to remain calm. She felt her face burning and the fluttering in her chest growing stronger.
She closed her eyes, took a breath, and let her horn glow. Using her magic, she reached around the base of her tail.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
“Yes.” Twilight felt his head nod more than she heard his hoarse answer. And she felt him looking at her. Twilight took another quick look over her shoulder. Spike's eyes were transfixed on her ass.
Finally, a little recognition, Twilight thought to herself, gently moving her butt back and forth. It couldn't hurt to let Spike fidget a little. He had given himself all the time in the world to give her ass the attention it deserved.
Spike watched as Twilight's tail twitched up and down. How she swayed it seductively back and forth, revealing more of herself each time.
The little dragon boy was breathing heavily and shifting restlessly from one foot to the other.
Now Twilight had it ready and leaned flatter on the tabletop.
She didn't realize it, but she bit her bottom lip as she slowly, ever so slowly moved her tail to the side, revealing all of herself. Only then did she realize how warm it had become between her legs.
“You see, Spike. There's nothing there at all," she said, her voice barely more than a breath, and looked over at him again.
"Uh-huh," said Spike, completely unable to form functioning words.
As he stood there, eyes wide and leaning forward, not moving as if he were rooted to the spot, the fingers of his claws twitching, he looked like a prehistoric pony that had discovered fire for the first time. It actually made Twilight giggle.
“Feel free to come closer,” she giggled softly, wiggling her hips invitingly.
Spike, realizing how his legs worked, approached with careful steps. He had to hold himself back so as not to fall immediately.
- and to plow the mare with his wild, rough desire, Twilight thought, remembering the things she had read in Curious' book. Her legs were shaking.
"And? What do you say?" Twilight asked as Spike's face came closer. She felt the breath from his nose passing over her bare parts. He sniffed. Twilight bit her bottom lip again as the cold air from his nose hit her. One of her hind legs jerked up and a small squeak escaped Twilight's throat. Her ears bent down.
"Is it always so... wet?" Spike asked thoughtfully.
Twilights' ears perked up.
“Wet?” she repeated in surprise, reaching between her legs with her front hoof. Spike was right. She was actually wet. And hot! Her opening slid open like a well-oiled sliding door at the light touch. A pleasant shiver ran through her body. She pulled back the hoof, the tip glistening with moisture.
"Twilight?" Spike asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"That's fine. This is completely normal. This sometimes happens with mares. Especially when we feel good," Twilight said reassuringly and added, "Feel free to come closer." Twilight put her tail over her side.
Spike obeyed and his face got closer to her slit that she could feel the heat of his face hitting the heat of her backside. Twilight twitched.
"It smells good." Spike's words were barely more than a murmur.
Twilight giggled again. "Oh thank you. Spike, you really know how to compliment mares. Not everyone can say that it smells good.” Twilight playfully flexed her buttocks in turns. »You can touch it. So that you can get a precise impression of it. If you want."
Oh, Spike wanted, she didn't have to tell him twice. Still, he was very careful as he ran his claws over her cutie mark. A shiver ran over Twilight's body again and she sucked in the air with pleasure. Her buttocks tensed slightly as she felt Spike's fingers, so tender but hiding so much strength.
Her voice was shaky as she said, "Y-you can tighten your grip." And she lowered her pelvis closer to Spike's face.
Spike breathed audibly through his mouth. Blowing out a breath like he had just run a mile. But he did as he was told and pressed the tips of his claws into her fur.
"So soft," he said, completely mesmerized, as Twilight pressed their lips together in pleasure.
She placed her hoof on his claw and pushed him closer to her moist, warm center.
"Hmmm," Twilight said quietly as his fingers stroked the pure skin and she shivered.
Spike quickly withdrew his fingers.
"Shouldn't I...?"
"Yes, you should!" Twilight gasped immediately and swallowed. "Do not worry. It's all right. Look at them calmly. Hee...hee...hee..." she laughed awkwardly. Which was replaced by a soft yelp as Spike's claw slid across her. His inner surface pressed tightly against her and Twilight's wings twitched upwards. Her whole backside vibrated and she pushed herself deeper.
Then one of Spike's fingers found its entrance, pushed between the lips and slid inside.
He wasn't in deep, just his tip had entered her, but it was enough for Twilight's legs to snap together and Spike's hand to press tightly against her.
“Whoa!”
"S-s-sorry, S-spike," Twilight stuttered, chin jutted as Spike's free hand dug into her cheek, but failed to untie her stiff legs. Not that she really thought about it. All she knew was that his entire claw was wet from her. She knew it would drip from his ankles, right onto his...
She couldn't hold it anymore. Every clear thought was gone. Every good intention of science thrown away. Don't give a damn about all the findings and experiments! Get rid of all this dry information and collecting data! She only knew one thing for sure: "Push... push it in again!"
Spike's hand jerked back briefly as if trying to free himself, but Twilight wouldn't let him.
"Oh no, little one!" she gasped. »Don't stop now! Push! It! Back! IN!"
Spike jumped again, this time in shock.
“Um... do you mean that?” he finally said and there his finger was inside her again, pushing itself deeper.
“Hnnnggg!” Twilight bit her lower lip so that it almost hurt. She didn't know what was more likely to explode, her head or her...
“The second one too!” she managed to say between clenched teeth, her wings flapping excitedly.
By Celestia! She almost screamed the words, but only gasped, jumping on her front hooves as Spike's second finger curled into her. Her entire lower half shook and her knees almost buckled.
Spike moved his fingers. Back and forth.
"Fffffff...... uuuuuuuuu.... ck!" The word came out of her mouth all by itself.
How could Spike stay so calm? Twilight was already struggling not to attack him as if she were the fierce, strong dragon and not the other way around. She craned her neck over her shoulder so that she could at least tell him with a glance that what he was doing was really, really good.
Their eyes met. She with eyes burning with lust, he with a mixture of excited fascination and pure astonishment on his face. His left shoulder moved and only then did Twilight notice that his left claw was no longer pressing against her ass.
It went up and down, encasing something long and shiny red.
His penis didn't really look anything like the one in the Curious book. It was rather thin in circumference, had fewer bumps and was stretched straight up. Twilight looked at him like a hungry animal.
Oh yes, Spike's instincts had awakened. And Twilight's too. Her horn lit up.
A ring of magic closes around Spike's cock, scaring away his hand.
Spike groaned. “Uhhh, Twilight.”
“Too tight?” Twilight asked, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
"No... that's... exactly... right..." Spike gasped, his mouth open.
Twilight continued as Spike's fingers played inside her, she rhythmically and he impetuously.
"That...feels sooooo...good," Spike said.
Twilight smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"You know what else feels good?" she said, forcing her legs apart. She turned to Spike, even though she would miss the feel of his fingers. But she would find a good replacement for that. But before that, she wanted something else.
Twilight slowly knelt in front of Spike with her front hooves, her hips still stretched straight up and licked her lips. She let her mouth hover over his tip, down the side, gently brushing over him and covering the other side with tiny touches as she ascended. Then she looked up at him and formed a little O with her sweet mouth. She briefly popped her mouth over Spike's tip. It was enough to bring the dragon to his knees.
“Does that feel good?” Twillight purred, her lips close to Spike’s tip.
"Yes," Spike breathed.
"Should I continue? Further down?"
Spike could only nod.
Twilight gave him a small kiss on the tip, a second longer one after that, and on the third she opened her lips again and pushed her mouth over him. The ring of magic slid further down to make room for her head, but not without Spike working on it further.
"Ugh!" said Spike, his legs sagging again.
"Hold on to my ears," Twilight said without lifting her head, his thing still inside her. "I like that."
"So?" Spike asked as his fingers reached into Twilight's ears. It wasn't very solid. Spike had simply pressed the soft edge of her ears between his thumb and index claw. But Twilight liked it tight.
"If you think that's enough." Twilight winked and still managed to grin with her mouth full. Then she started.
Instantly, Spike's grip tightened as Twilight went up and down with hard quick thrusts. Spike's thing might not have seemed all that long, but she could feel his throbbing and the heat radiating from him. He also filled Twilight's mouth wonderfully. She could almost feel him at the back of her throat when she thrust down.
Spike gave a sweet little yelp and clamped down on her ears with both claws, yanking and pulling on them, eliciting an excited purr from Twilight. Twilight reached greedily, trying to get up and down as fast as Spike's thing was pounding. She almost nudged Spike's stomach with her nostrils and pressed harder with her tongue. Spike didn't know it, but the way he tugged on Twilight's ears only caused her to speed up.
“Aaaoo,” said Spike. He stretched his legs, which were shaking up to his knees, and arched his back high up. Twilight opened her eyes in surprised anticipation, but nothing came out of Spike. Then he leaned over Twilight's head and rested his upper body on her, ending the short but wild ride. His chest rose and fell in panting breaths, but his claws were still firmly planted in her ears.
A little annoyed at the unplanned stop, Twilight decisively tapped twice with one hind hoof.
"Wait... wh-wait..." Spike panted breathlessly.
She tapped her hind hoof again. Toktok.
Hurry up!
"Wait... I want to... try something." His voice became quieter as he said it and his body slid a little lower.
Twilight's eyes opened again as Spike grabbed her horn and she felt something long, warm and wet at her tip. Spike licked her!
And not only that. He did it damn well! His long dragon tongue curled over her horn, followed by a small, slightly awkward mouth, while her ear was kneaded by the other claw.
Now it was Twilight's turn to go down on her knees. Things began to boil in her head, which reached down to between her legs. Things began to bubble between her legs. Spike managed to put the whole of her horn in his mouth, touched his nose to the base of her hair, and jerked up again. He licked, sucked and cupped her as he continued to knead her ear.
“OH YEAAAAHH!” she wanted to scream. But right now she just wanted him not to stop! So he had always wanted to try this? So he wasn't as innocent as he always acted.
Rigid with excitement, she wasn't even able to continue her oral treatment. But Spike moved his hips in an independent, lighter rhythm, pushing his thing back and forth in her silent mouth.
What she felt between her legs was no longer a simple pinch and tingling was no longer an appropriate word. She wasn't just bubbling, she was boiling over and if Spike continued like this, it would just squirt out of her.
Twilight scraped together her last reserves and...
“HNNGGG!” said Twilight, frantically hitting the ground with her hind hooves.
She quickly pulled away from his grasp when Spike paused.
"Wow," Twilight said, blinking. She actually had sparks in her eyes.
"Was that..." Spike's worried question was lost in an unintelligible murmur as Twilight pressed his face tightly into her panting chest.
"That was very good," she said, her mouth hanging open, still overwhelmed and surprised by the wild feelings Spike had given her.
"Is there something else... something you've always wanted to try?" she asked, petting Spike's head like a crazy grandma would do to a poor cat.
"Well, I wanted to... well, always..." Spike said and fell silent.
"Oh no, no backing out now!" Twilight demanded, pushing the dragon to the ground, her front hooves crashing next to its face.
"What? What have you always wanted?" Twilight's eyes stared down at him almost manically.
Spike said nothing and just looked down at her, slightly embarrassed, between her legs.
“Have you ever wanted to know what a mare feels like down there?” Twilight concluded from his look.
Spike nodded.
Twilight's gaze became seductive as her head moved closer to his.
“I would also like to know what a dragon feels like inside me,” she whispered, her eyes closer to his than ever before. He could only see her eyes. A flowing sea of stars made of excitement. He only noticed her mouth on his when she closed her eyes, with a pleasant sound coming from her throat.
Magic carefully wrapped itself around his thing and adjusted it appropriately. Twilight slowly rubbed herself over him, going up gently and staying over his tip for a moment. She gently lowered herself over him.
It was so easy how the two found each other. She slid over him with such ease that Spike found it almost a little too easy, even though her warm, wet insides were snug against him.
Twilight paused when she reached the bottom, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily, as did Spike. His claws held her face.
"Glad we tried that," Twilight giggled huskily, enjoying the feeling of just having him inside her for a moment.
Spike managed to smile in agreement.
But Twilight was already getting very close to his ear. “Now, get the pony pussy!”
Twilight sat up.
She started quietly but powerfully. Up and down, trying to take every inch of Spike with him. Spike moaned in rhythm with her every time she went down, just like she did.
Twilight sped up. Spike pressed his claws into her juicy flank.
"Twi... Twilight... that... is..." Spike groaned
"...soooo......goooohoohoohood" Twilight finished, her voice skipping every time Spike pushed deeper.
Words couldn't describe how that felt. Curious words, while true, still weren't enough to describe how good it really was. The pleasant burning between her legs, the tingling in her stomach, the trembling of her neck, her horn from which sweet little sparks shot, the air she sucked in, every single hair was electrified and stood up as Spike pushed himself deeper into her.
Twilight gasped loudly, making incomprehensible sounds from her throat. She leaned back and leaned on her front hooves. Their wings spread out of their own accord and beat excitedly in time with their bodies. Twilight felt a hot, electric tension in every single tip of her feather.
She threw her sweat-drenched mane back, pushed herself further up, her head back, her face turned towards the ceiling and her eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck... Twilight," Spike said quietly.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Twilight squeaked. There was a silent but deep understanding between the two. They both wanted it. He was allowed to say dirty things like that when Twilight was around and he made sure she said those dirty things. Nothing would be different between the two of them after that.
"Fuck... Twiiii...!" His claws clawed almost painfully into her ass.
She wanted it. She wanted everything from him. She wanted to feel him even deeper inside her.
Twilight's heart was beating a million times a second and a primal cry was gathering in her chest, demanding to be expelled. “Fuck...fuck...FUCK ME, SPIKE!”
Her loins were a sea of flames. A very, very wet sea of flames. There was a slap every time their hips met.
Loud, wild moans filled the entire room, along with the slapping of bodies colliding, rising and becoming more unrestrained, echoing off the walls.
Spike's claws pressed harder into her hips, pushing her further down with each thrust. Twilight reared forward again and placed her hooves next to Spike's head, her face close to his, and picked up speed. Spike gripped her erect tail and her lower body moved up and down willingly.
Spike's grip tightened, his breathing quicker, just like hers. Twilight pressed her forehead against his. It was getting hotter and hotter inside her. Hotter and hotter. They both just let out a breath.
"Right...right now..." Twilight sighed.
"Twilight... I don't know how..." Spike managed.
“Just do it!” Twilight pressed through her clenched teeth, her hips now moving slower but harder.
Small cries of pleasure came from both throats, getting louder each time. The sea of flames between her legs bubbled up, grew and grew, and Twilight could only scream.
A tingling explosion detonated in their bodies, coursing through every fiber, tensing every muscle, and Spike pushed himself into her one last time with all his might. Twilight reached up, mouth open wide and holding the little dragon close to her, as a torrent of magic burst from her horn in a shower of sparks and Spike came inside her at the same time.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
The double scream echoed off the walls and even when it faded, the two of them still sat there exactly the same.
Twilight's heart raced. Her breathing was shallow, hot and shaky. Her side twitched uncontrollably. The sea of flames was extinguished as if by a warm rain. Spike's claw detached from her tail and fell to the ground. Her spread wings became loose and folded again. Twilight felt beads of sweat running down her chest and back. Gradually she regained control of her body.
Slowly, when she could breathe evenly again, she placed the little dragon on the ground. He fell asleep immediately.
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, had devoted herself that evening to the study of dragons, a race known to be rough and rampant. She had discovered a self-indulgent side of herself. And even if she discovered less than she had hoped, one thing could be recorded with certainty:
Dragon sex was amazing!
