Love is the Best Lubricant

Spike walked amongst the various market stalls of Ponyville. The dragon’s green head-fins seemed to glow as he smiled at the various residents of Ponyville. Grasped in his long, muscular, prehensile tail was a basket full of his groceries. Verdant green celery, lettuce and broccoli, slightly yellow tinged onions, deep red apples, bright yellow bananas, and two large loaves of bread speckled with whole grains dominated the top of the basket. Below that were over a dozen precious gemstones that he had spent the afternoon excavating with his powerful front claws.

The dragon nodded to various stall owners. All the shopkeepers were nestled inside their pitched tent stalls. There were canvas shelters of all kinds including striped, plain, polka-dot, plaid, and tye-dye. Of those, the constitutive colors ranged from fluorescent teal to desert khaki Inside each tent a single pony and the occasional pair could be seen selling various goods. Most sold agricultural produce of some kind, but there were many that sold furniture, crafts, and other high-end goods.

As Spike passed the Apple family stall he leaned back onto his hind legs and waved with a front claw cheerily before resuming his continual plod down the road. He passed a large red and white striped tent and turned to a side street just opposite of Sugarcube Corner.

The large dragon took a moment to stretch out his membranous wings. He curled his tail, still holding the basket, in front of him and looked at the food therein. His stomach gave a soft growl.

“I’m with you there buddy,” the winged reptile chuckled. “It all looks so delicious. I’m sure Sweetie Belle will be able to make something amazing with all this.” As thoughts of burnt cereal and solidified orange juice permeated his mind, Spike shook his head and chuckled, “Maybe.”

With that the dragon flexed his neck towards a purple-roofed house with white siding and green trim on the windows. A broad smiled extended over his lengthy muzzle as two fangs peaked out of the sides of his snout. He walked to the door, and reached behind one of his head fins to pull out a small key. He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it, moving the bolt and unlocking the door. He stepped inside and closed the door.

Inside Spike saw their living room. Two couches were set at right angles to one another surrounding a large table. The walls were lined with cedar paneling with one bookshelf on the right wall. Past the living room the kitchen could be seen. Off to the right was a hallway that led to their bedroom.

“Sweetie! I’m home!” Spike called out. “And I brought fresh groceries!” A moment later Spike could hear the soft patter of hooves on the oak floor. Out from the left of the room, coming from the basement, was his love.

Her coat was a serene white and her mane done up in soft curls and waves. On her flank was a cutie mark displaying a heart. Sweetie Belle walked to her husband and smiled warmly.

“Always good to have some fresh groceries in case I... burn something.” She looked into Spikes eyes and gave a contented sigh.

“How are you feeling?” Spike asked seriously.

“Good, the creams the doctor gave me made healing go much faster. No pain for the last two weeks,” she answered. Sweetie Belle looked behind Spike to look at the basket he was toting along. “What did you get?”

“Oh, lettuce, onions, bread, a few gems, all the stuff for a nice salad,” Spike replied as he sat on his haunches and scratched his green fins.

Sweetie Belle gave a coy grin. “Salad... you never get that unless you want a romantic meal.”

“Well... it is something that you and I can make together.” Spike coughed and lowered his clawed forefoot to the ground, smiling sheepishly.

Sweetie Belle extended her neck and pecked Spike on the chin affectionately. Her soft lips left a slight warmth on her dragon’s scales.

“Alright,” the alabaster mare said with a saccharine flutter of her eyes, “let’s get started on the salad.”

Sweetie Belle turned and walked to the kitchen, adding a little bit more sway to her hips than she usually did. The basket Spike had been carrying floated by in a soft purplish-pink glow that brushed against his side. The dragon gave a small roll of his eyes. She always goes for the long build up. With that thought Spike walked into the kitchen after his wife. She had already floated out the lettuce from the basket and was rinsing it.

“Spike honey, do you feel like frying the onions and some of the other things you got for the salad?” she asked without turning her head from her task. Spike walked to the basket and took out the onions and apples. Sweetie Belle’s tail swished against Spike’s own tail. Spike selected a plump onion and two red apples before he went over to a drawer and opened it.

“Sure thing Sweetie, but where’s the tin foil?” Spike asked as he frowned at the drawer, noting the distinct lack of what he was looking for.

“Oh!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “Sorry, I used the last of that roll last night. There should be one in the pantry downstairs.”

“Alright, I’ll go get it,” Spike replied as he set the onion and apples down on the counter. He left the kitchen and soon headed downstairs. Down in the basement was a lone hallway that extended a few dozen feet underground. Off to the sides were several doors. The purple-and-green reptile walked by each, mentally going over which door was which. Den, guest room, furnace room, …, laundry room, pantry. With a quick smile Spike turned the handle and went inside the pantry, his tail flicking the light switch. On the bottom shelf were several rolls of paper towels, a hammer, a flashlight, box of nails, and the item Spike was looking for. He picked up the tin foil and made his way back to the stairs.

Laundry room, … Spike looked at the room to his right. He opened the door leading into the room. His lips turned downward as he peered into the darkness. He could make the faint outline of a crib he had built two months ago. One day we’ll adopt. Spike flicked a tear out of his eye; when it landed on the concrete floor it hissed and steamed away.

He walked back upstairs to see Sweetie Belle chopping up the lettuce with a knife clasped in her magic. Spike went over to a set of drawers and pulled from one a knife and from another a large plate. Grasping the blade with his claws, he set to cutting up the onion and apples into a fairly small pieces. With that done the dragon pulled out a length of tin foil and formed a bowl from it with his claws, careful not to pierce the thin metallic sheet. He scooped the diced mix of apples and onions into the bowl and closed up the foil. He gave it a gentle shake and then proceeded to lift the foil bag upwards.

Spike took a deep breath and blew out. Flames issued forth from his mouth and bathed his scales and the foil bag. Purple claws deftly and dexterously turned the bag about in the small controlled blaze Spike had summoned. His hand barely registered warmth from the light green fires pouring over it. The former assistant of Twilight closed his maw briefly to inspect his work. He could hear the faint sizzling of well cooked apples and onions inside and he grinned.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Spike could see that Sweetie Belle had placed the lettuce in the salad and was chopping up some bananas to add to the mix. The adult dragon reached over and put his bag of cooked salad ingredients to the side. He grabbed his knife and started slicing up some celery stalks. Every so often Spike would spear a piece of celery and bring it up in front of his face. He’d part his lips slowly and let his serpentine tongue slither out and coil around the small victual. Sweetie Belle looked over at him and gave a sly wink. Spike flicked the end of his tongue at her after he had wrapped the piece of celery. He drew the small speck of food into his mouth and crunched it in the molars at the back of his jaw.

Soon Spike had his vegetable prepared and added it to the bowl. Sweetie Belle lifted the bag of grilled onions and apples and added it to the mix. She lifted a pair of salad tongs and used them to toss the salad, fluffing up the leaves and mixing the ingredients evenly. She floated over a bottle of salad dressing and poured its contents into the bowl.

“Spike, would you like to choose some gems to add to your salad?” Sweetie Belle inquired.

Wordlessly, Spike nodded and went over to his basket. He looked over the contents and scrutinized each gem. He saw an azure sapphire and brought it out with his left hand. He adjusted it so it fit between his thumb and index, and gave it a light tap with his other front clawed appendage. The jewel gave out a satisfying thrum that Spike picked up. Perfect resonance, he thought as he placed the gem to the side.

He selected a topaz and two amethysts in a similar manner before he turned back to his wife. She was standing there with one of the bananas she hadn’t chopped up levitating by her mouth. She opened her mouth while looking at Spike and plunged the banana into her throat. Her sides heaved a little when it first entered, but she soon began suckling the fruit. Spike shook his head at Sweetie Belle and she slid the fruit out.

“Not my cup of tea Sweetie,” Spike said.

“Well, supper’s ready. I just thought you wanted to see something to pique your interest,” she said as she floated over two bowls filled to the brim with salad. The ivory mare floated the four gems Spike had selected and deposited them one by one.

Plink, plink, plink, plink.

As Sweetie Belle tried to walk by Spike reached over and grabbed the two floating bowls and put them on the counter.

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle complained before Spike leaned over to plant his lips on hers. Spike simply kept his mouth in place and suckled for a few moments. Sweetie Belle glared at him momentarily before her eyes softened. Spike pulled his head back and looked at her.

“If you wanted to build some anticipation,” Spike began as he reached his front claws into Sweetie’s mane. “All you had to do was let me do this.” Spike began scratching Sweetie’s head with his claws gently.

“Mmmmm, that feels nice,” the white unicorn said as she leaned into Spike’s claws. “This is wonderful,” she sighed as her husband relieved all the itches she had ignored all day.

As his wife continued to hum her contentment as he applied himself, Spike felt his heart rate increase by a small increment. After a minute he stopped his ministrations and walked to the table, coiling his tail around his salad bowl and bringing it to the table with him. He smiled as he heard the soft harumph of his wife as she plodded to the table with her own salad.

The white mare plopped the bowl onto the table and lifted up a fork, immediately impaling a helping of lettuce, apples and onions. She took a quick bite, chewed quickly, and swallowed. After she did so she took a deep breath and looked at Spike. She resumed eating at a steadier pace, constantly looking up from her bowl to see the dragon eating his own meal.

Spike grasped a fork in his hand, and carefully poked at the contents of the salad to give himself a measured serving of lettuce, celery, banana, onion, and apple before he opened his mouth and slowly brought his fork up to it. He wrapped his lips around the fork, and slid the fork out, depositing the greenery into his mouth. The onions and apples had been caramelized to perfection. The salad dressing and celery gave the salad a nice bite to it while the bananas balanced out the flavour with their creamy smoothness. In a word it was perfection. From time to time Spike would take one of the gems with his other hand and pop them into his mouth. He chewed them and each gave off a certain energy to them, like electricity arcing through one’s mouth. Accompanying each was a certain flavor. The topaz had a lemony tang, the amethysts tasted of grape, and the sapphire left the cool palette cleansing feeling of fresh spring water.

Spike closed his eyes once he finished his meal before giving a contented sigh. A light brushing sensation dominated his belly as he opened his eyes and noted the soft glow of his wife’s magic working at his belly. It felt like a warm blanket fresh from the drying machine had been stretched over him and was squeezing and massaging at him gently. Spike looked over to see his wife smiling broadly.

“So you’re really willing to try again tonight?” he asked.

Sweetie Belle gave a quick and rapid nod as the warm magical field tightened around Spike’s waist.

“Alrighty then,” Spike chuckled, “maybe it will work this time...”

Spike lifted himself from the table, the warm field still surrounding him. He walked through the living room and down the hallway as Sweetie Belle moved the field to massage his shoulders and wings. Spike flexed his wings against the magic and let the force apply pressure to his muscles in different ways as he opened the door to their bedroom. The spell Sweetie Belle was using plinked out of existence as they both walked into the room. The unicorn mare hopped onto the queen sized bed and gazed longingly at Spike.

The bed was draped with blue sheets and covers, and headed by two deep navy-blue pillows. A curtained window dominated one wall while a bathroom suit extended into another. Spike took a deep breath and looked at Sweetie Belle.

“So you’re absolutely certain you want to try this?” Spike asked concernedly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” The dragon pawed at the ground briefly as he looked behind him.

“Spike,” Sweetie Belle started, “I love you and I want to show you that. I spend most of my days at work helping other couples get through their problems.” To emphasize the point Sweetie Belle swished her tail over her heart shaped cutie mark. “This is ours and together, we can get through it. Trust me?”

Spike sighed as he turned his head back to his wife. It had been less than a year since they had married, but they’d never been able to consummate. He stepped to the bed and got on with his wife.

“So, massage then scratch, or scratch then massage?” he asked playfully as he put on a smile.

“Mmm, massage first then scratch!” Sweetie exclaimed happily as she stretched out on her belly.

Spike got behind his wife and placed his palms on her shoulders. He began slowly apply pressure in waves, easing up at one point and increasing the force behind his pushing at another. From time to time he moved his palm to knead a different part of his wife. Sweetie Belle gave off occasional moans and squeaks of pleasure as her loving draconic companion slowly moved down to massaging her flank.

Sweetie Belle’s horn glowed and Spike felt the magical embrace of his wife again. This time however, it was much more direct in its application as a tingling warmth shifted up and down along his crotch. Spike moved on to scratching his wife, relieving all the little irritations that built up over the length a day. Eventually Spike felt his member grow aroused from the white unicorn’s ministrations.

Spike grasped Sweetie Belle’s soft buttocks and slowly turned her onto her back. He cast a quick look to her slightly moist slit. He planted his front feet by her sides and lowered his face to her marehood. He took a deep breath and looked up at his love.

“Go ahead,” Sweetie stated, waving a forehoof to display consent.

Spike slid out his long tongue and flicked it over his wife’s slit. He smiled as she quivered slightly and took in a shuddering breath. He let his tongue trace small circles around Sweetie Belle’s outermost folds. After a few seconds he stroked her clit and withdrew his tongue as she gave a sharp gasp.

Sweetie Belle looked down at him and scowled. “You’re such a tease!” she exclaimed as her hind legs tried to wrap around Spike’s neck. Spike deftly snaked away before he could be entrapped and walked over to a phonograph on a table. Working the record he set a piece of music to play in the background.

“Oooooh,” Sweetie Belle expressed. “Last song we danced to on our wedding.”

Spike nodded silently and returned to his mare. Positioning himself once more, the dragon began lapping at his wife’s vagina. He traced the outer lips, alternating between slow circles and fast cross strokes. Sweetie giggled and panted as her husband worked his way slowly towards the center. Spike took a final swat at his wifes sensitive nub, eliciting a delighted squeal, before he plunged into her proper.

Sweetie Belle moaned softly as she moved her hips in time with the moving of Spike’s tongue. Her horn began to glow and Spike could feel a warmth encompassing his nethers once more. It poked and prodded and squeezed and shifted around. Eventually Spike’s felt himself become hard and long from a combination of his wife’s magical massage and and her soft moans. Spike remembered the first time he had done this after the wedding. When they had left their room slightly embarrassed everypony asked why they were so quiet.

“Mmmmmm,” the alabaster mare hummed as her magical hold on Spike’s tower tightened. “Every inch dear, you’re getting every inch.” Spike smiled at his love’s words as he coiled his tongue into a neat, spiraled, spring shape inside her chasm and began bobbing his head up and down.

The grip on his member tightened as his wife tried to race him to the finish. That wasn’t the point. Spike began turning his lengthy taster inside of his wife and she gasped slightly. The grip on his member dissipated as his wife bit her lip, her horn still glowing.

“Spike, slow down! I want you to enjoy this as well!” Sweetie Belle complained as her husband plunged deeper inside. His snout buried into her lips as he dug in, making Sweetie Belle buck.

Spike’s tongue pressed against Sweetie’s hymen, but was careful not to pierce it. Not this way, he thought.

Sweetie Belle could feel a pressure growing inside of her. No, I have to do this for him. The mare tried to summon her magic but all she produced was an ineffectual luminescence that bathed both her love and herself in a purplish light. “Spike I-- Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Eaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” The long moans of pleasure broke a dam inside Sweetie Belle and juices flowed in copious amounts around her husband’s snout. A small droplet squirted out and landed on Spike’s head fin as she climaxed.

Spike pulled his snout out a small distance. His breath was hot against the mare’s belly, really hot. He continued working his tongue as his wife descended from the heights of her orgasm. Eventually Spike smiled and pulled out completely.

“Had to... make sure... you were... ready for the main event,” Spike panted between breaths.

The wife looked down at her belly and smiled at the natural juices that had pooled there. “Zecora was right, that herb does make a mare wetter,” she admitted.

Spike chuckled, “Good to know that some good comes out of the Everfree.” Spike looked down at his member as a familiar tingling surrounded it.

The magic tugged gently at Spike’s still hard member. “Now take me properly. I want this,” Sweetie Belle declared huskily as the dragon positioned himself face to face with the white unicorn. His member stroked her belly, picking up some of the natural lubricant.

“You’re sure?” Spike asked. “Because if you just want to make me climax, you could just use your magic like the other times. I can get a bucket of ice water to cum into so the floor doesn’t get burn damage.”

In response Sweetie Belle lunged at him and kissed him deeply. The purple dragon could feel his wife manipulating his penis, running it through her juices to get it covered. The unicorn’s tongue pushed against Spike’s lips and he parted them slightly to let her in. Her tongue tasted at some of her own fluid that was still present. She pressed gently against his husband’s razor sharp teeth. Sweetie looked down to see Spike’s shaft was covered in her secretions. The penis was granted an additional gleam from her natural polish.

Just then Sweetie Belle nicked her tongue on her husband’s canine-lined maw. Spike pulled back quickly and expressed, “Sorry! I shouldn’t have--”

“Shh,” his love interrupted. “It’s okay, let me up, I’m ready.” Spike quickly complied and clambered off his alabaster package of love. Sweetie Belle turned over onto her belly and lifted up her hind quarters. “Okay, take me, hurry!”

Spike positioned himself and grabbed his penis with a claw to adjust its alignment. It was pointed straight at Sweetie Belle’s still glistening entrance. Spike pushed his member against the lips slightly. His foreskin yielded slightly and turned over, revealing a small set of barbs ringing the inside.

“Are you sure you want to try this?” Spike asked worriedly. His wife turned her head to face him and gave a quick double nod. “Okay,” the dragon announced.

He began pushing himself into his wife, there was a slight resistance against the barbs as her pushed it through slightly. Sweetie Belle to a sharp gasp but before Spike could pull out she yelled, “Good hurt, good hurt!”

The dragon stood stock still for a moment as he gathered himself for what was coming next. Gripping his wife’s sides he tried pushing in a little deeper, he could feel the spines on the side of his tower raking the inside of his wife. Sweetie’s leg’s quivered, but Spike wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure. He tried pushing in a little further and he felt a barb snag on the inside.

“Spike,” the unicorn pronounced shakily. “Do it, I want to do this for us. It’ll be okay.” Spike bit his lip and pressed an iota deeper. He felt a tearing and a small trickle of new warmth flood over his member as Sweetie Belle cried out. “Spike come on!” she commanded as tears began flowing out of their own accord.

“No,” Spike declared, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Please?” his wife begged. “I’m willing to try!”

“No,” he replied in turn, pulling back out slowly and wiggling to try and keep himself from hurting his love. When he was out Spike looked at the few drops of blood that still clung to him. “I’m sorry,” he said as he lay down beside his wife.

The unicorn mare’s eyes were leaking tears onto her pillow as she lowered her rump. “I can’t stand this anymore,” she resolved. “Tomorrow, we’re going to Twilight. If she doesn’t have something that can help us, nopony does.”

“But I--!” Spike tried to protest before Sweetie pressed a hoof to his mouth.

“Now now, I know it’s embarrassing to go to her asking for help on this.” The mare smiled reassuringly. “She’s essentially your mother. But I went to my sister who suggested I see Zecora. So we go to Twilight’s tomorrow, and figure something out.

Spike extended a wing over his wife and nodded. “Alright,” he agreed as he drew her in close with his membranous limb.