Author's Note

A semi-sequel to Spike At Your Service, a story I've been trying to write a third chapter to for... four years!

Contains: Public lewdness, Spike being humiliated (and loving it), a bit of foot play?, a bulgy dragon, and a restaurant surely about to get much hotter. It's fine, Ponyville is cool with it.

Day 11 - Trigger (Spike/Rumble)

“Aw, who’s my good dragon?”

The resulting bolt of pleasure from Rumble’s words made Spike freeze in place, back arching in his chair and hips twitching as he let out a needy moan. His claws clamped over his mouth a moment later, blushing furiously as he realized what had just happened.

Now, normally Spike would enjoy being treated like this by his master boyfriend, but…

In the mostly crowded restaurant, many eyes staring at the poor overstimulated dragon, Spike couldn’t help but light up with a bright blush and shrink down in his seat. All the while, Rumble relaxed in his seat with a sly little smirk, casually sipping his drink as he ignored the prying eyes around.

His focus was on Spike and Spike alone.

Setting his drink down, Rumble’s grin grew as he leaned over the table towards his draconic lover. “Spikey, no need to be rude. Good dragons sit up proudly~”

On command, Spike corrected his posture and sat up in his seat with his back straight and his claws politely folded in his lap. He held his head up high, a sense of pride trickling in and mixing with the intense embarrassment that was clear from his blush. Now the stares from the ponies around felt less horribly embarrassing and more… enticingly so.

“Rumbleeeeee~” Spike whined, his voice dripping with lust as his claws braced a growing bulge in his nicest dress pants. “Come on! Ponies are staring!”

“Let ‘em stare~” Rumble crooned, kicking off a sneaker under the table and lifting his leg to press his socked foot against Spike’s clothed bulge. “Good dragons love the attention after all~ Doesn’t it feel so good to be stared at, Spikey?”

Rumble smirked as he felt the bulge immediately grow underfoot, swelling with blood and arousal at his command.

And Spike immediately knew Rumble was right, his back arching in pleasure as the continued stares sparked a massive boost of lust through his body. With all of the blood going south to where it’d be more useful, his brain felt foggier as his body grew hot and sweaty. The poor dragon whimpered, claws moving to grip the seat as his hips instinctively pressed up against the foot between his legs.

A devilish smirk still on his face, Rumble leaned in closer to Spike and narrowed his gaze. “Well, how would my good dragon like to show off… a bit more?”

A now unbidden moan poured over Spike’s lips, unable to respond any other way than a needy nod. His body thrummed with pleasure, shaking as his claws began to stroke his thighs with strong desire. And it took everything in him to not bust in his underwear, right under the lustful eyes of a crowd of ponies enjoying a show.

“You’re so cute like this, Spikey~” Rumble giggled, pressing his foot harder against Spike’s throbbing bulge for a moment before pulling it away. “Good dragons are proud of their sexy bodies and love to show off~”