One Last Gift
Spike ran frantically around the lower level of the library cleaning up from the day’s festivities. He threw plates of food and torn wrapping paper into trash bags, reshelved loose books, and tidied up the opened gifts under the Christmas tree. He worked quickly, eager to receive the last gift Twilight had just promised him.
“Spike!” she called from her room. “Have you finished cleaning up yet?”
“Almost Twilight,” he called back.
“Good. Your present is ready, just come up when you’re finished,” she replied, her voice sing-songy.
“My present’s in her room?” he stopped to ask himself. He spent a moment in thought before shaking himself out of it, more concerned with finishing the cleaning and getting up stairs. He threw the last of the wrapping paper littering the ground into a trash bag, tied it tight, and tossed it into the pile with the others.
“I’m done Twilight,” Spike called as he raced up the stairs. “What’s my presen-” Spike stopped as he bust open the door to Twilight’s room. Across the room on her bed, Twilight laid seductively, a santa hat covered her head and a skimpy elf skirt barely covered her haunches. A necklace of sleigh bells hung around her neck glinting in the candlelight.
“Wha-” Spike attempted to ask. “Are you,” he swallowed. “Are you serious?”
“Of course. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me lately,” said Twilight. Spike blushed deeply through his scales. Twilight giggled. “Don’t be so embarrassed. Its completely natural for a boy your age, I think, I mean I can’t be one-hundred percent positive since you’re a dragon and all, but my observations tell me that you are most likely reaching the dragon’s age of puberty,” Twilight said, sitting up on the bed. “So I figure the safest way for you, and I, to learn about this stage in your life, is with each other. We don’t want you to go chasing around the other fillies without knowing what you can do, and without teaching you how to do it.”
Spike stood staring at Twilight, a flabbergasted look on his face. “So you mean we’re gonna..?” He let his sentence trail off. Twilight nodded and patted a spot on the bed next to him.
Spike shook himself out of his stupor and bounded over to the bed. He leaped at Twilight, softly tackling her down to the bed. He sat on top of her, his hands on her shoulders.
“Whoa big guy, easy now,” Twilight said through a giggle. Spike quickly set about to feeling up Twilight, testosterone pumping through his veins as the promise of sex loomed in the future. Twilight fought down a chuckle as the inexperienced hands fumbled through her soft fur. Spike worked his hands everywhere over Twilight’s chest, groping and squeezing at any part of he could.
Twilight took his wrist with her hooves and guided him down to her skirt. Spike looked up at Twilight and she gave him a nod. He got off of her and knelt on the bed before her and pulled the skirt up to her belly. Twilight folded her legs together to cover her privates as Spike placed a firm hand on each of her cutie marks. The taunt feel of the muscles was different than the soft underside of Twilight’s chest and Spike took a moment to take them in. He liked the strength behind them, telling of events to come and they would provide a good grip for him.
Spike let go of the unicorn’s haunches and stroked his hands along her legs, stopping on her knees. Once more he looked up at Twilight and again she gave him a slight nod. He gently spread her legs, revealing her delicate slit. Spike’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the lone flower surrounded by a field of purple grass.
Twilight smiled to herself as moments went by with Spike unmoving. Finally she said, “Well don’t just stare at it. You know what foreplay is, don’t you?”
Spike broke contact with the Twilight’s privates and looked up at her. “Uh, yeah. I know something about getting the girl ready to take the guy,” spike said, scratching the side of his face.
“Right, often times the male will...’play,’ for lack of a better term, with the female’s bits until she’s well lubricated and ready for penetration,” Twilight told the inexperienced dragon. “Just be careful, ponies aren’t built for sex with dragons. It will be pretty easy to hurt one with your claws in you’re not careful.”
“Gotcha,” Spike said. He turned his focus back onto Twilight’s nethers. Tentatively, he reached a claw out to the slit. He gently ran it down the middle, barely spreading open the folds of Twilight’s tunnel. A strong, musky scent assaulted his nose and he pulled back.
“Sorry,” Twilight said. “I guess I wouldn’t smell like a dragon. Try to bear with it for now.” Spike gave a slight nod before returning to Twilight’s backside. While the smell wasn’t exactly pleasing, Spike quickly found himself growing used to it. He continued to stroke Twilight’s slit with his finger, slowly pushing in just a little bit farther with each action.
A steady, pulsing throb started in his groin. He felt air on his member as it spread his scales, poking through. Spike rustled impatiently as his growing member yearned for contact and slipped his finger all the way into Twilight.
Twilight yelped. “Ow! Spike I said be careful. Why did you go in all the way so suddenly?”
“Oh!” Spike exclaimed, pulling his finger out. “Sorry Twilight, I got impatient.”
“Well hold your horses, I'm almost ready,” Twilight told him. Spike sheepily went back to pleasuring Twilight. He decided to stroke the outside with his knuckle, allowing him to go quicker and be a little rougher. Soft moans started to pour from Twilight's lips as Spike started to get a feel for fingering her. Spike took the moans as guidance and continued his knuckle technique, adding one, then two, other fingers.
Spike noticed a small nub at the top of Twilight's slit come out from hiding. He took in gingerly in his fingers, taking care to keep his claws away. Twilight mentioned something to him that he didn't catch, the throbbing in his loins started to beat in his ears. Small rivulets of fluid began to flow out of her, dampening her surrounding hair and filling the air with her scent, as he rubbed the fleshy nub between his fingers.
The musky scent of mare no longer made Spike's nose crinkle, but instead increased the throbbing in his groin. Instinct began to drive the dragon's actions and without thinking he drove his face into Twilight's nethers. His nose rubbed against Twilight’s bud and hot lusty breaths covered it, causing it to swell. His reptilian tongue darted in and out of Twilight’s tunnel quickly, taking deep licks of her. The taste of a mare wasn’t exactly what the dragon would call good, but testosterone and lust overruled his taste buds.
He was sporadic at first as lust drove him to lap wildly, but as he calmed he listened to Twilight, searching for the spots that drew the loudest moans. He found them quickly, as his long, slithering tongue allowed him to cover a large portion of Twilight’s interior.
Twilight closed her eyes and relaxed her whole body. As she lay on her back with Spike’s tongue inside her she felt an orgasm growing within. Spike was far better than she had expected the young male to be. He began to listen well and was more gentle than she had imagined he could be when lust was in his veins.
Twilight arched her back as a small orgasm rocked her body. Her muscles squeezed Spike’s tongue out of her and she grabbed his head with her legs, keeping his hot and heavy breaths on her sex. A small squirt of mare juice splashed onto Spike’s face. After a few shudders her body settled into a calm state.
Spike found one of his hands on his member, stroking it to ease its yearn for sex.
“Twilight, was that an orgasm?” Spike asked.
“Yeah Spike, that’s what a mare’s orgasm is like,” she told him. “You did pretty well for your first time.” Twilight let out a sigh.
“So are you ready then?”
“Just give me a moment to catch my breath and we’ll continue,” Twilight said, rolling over on her side. Spike continued to stroke his member eagerly, refusing to let it soften. Mere moments that seemed like an eternity to the dragon passed before Twilight stood back up.
“Okay I’m ready,” she said, getting off the bed and standing in front of Spike, the bed adding enough height to bring him in line with the mare. She brushed her tail to the side and presented herself to the young dragon. “This is the most natural position and should be a good way to start,” she told him as he saddled up closer to her, placing one hand on her tail’s dock and the other on his member, lining it up with Twilight’s flower.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Spike asked. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“Yes Spike I’m sure I’m ready. Now hurry up, we both want this badly.” Spike wasted no more time and poked his member’s head into Twilight, removed his aligning hand and placed it on Twilight’s flank, and thrust forward as far as he could. He fully slid into Twilight, her velvety muscles gripping the entire length of his respectable shaft. The sleigh bells around the unicorn’s neck jingled as his force moved Twilight. Spike froze instantly as the unbelievable feeling of Twilight wrapped around his cock paralyzed him.
Twilight’s walls moved in minute ways, and Spike felt every one as his virgin dragon member rested inside her.
“You can start moving whenever you want,” Twilight told Spike. When no response came from the dragon, she turned around to look at him and smiled as he stood silly. She took the liberty of moving and slowly inched her rear forward, drawing out Spike’s member inch by inch. She felt the dragon’s claw tighten on her flank with each inch until it relaxed when he was almost fully outside her. She moved her rump back into the dragon in one quick motion and his claw clamped down on her, slightly painful.
Spike leaned forward over Twilight and grunted as the movement caused the inexperienced dragon to ejaculate. Hot seed spewed forth from the dragon’s twitching member as the explosive orgasm left his body weak. Spike toppled back onto the bed, passing out.
Twilight giggled to herself as she turned around to tend to the poor dragon. She levitated over his blanket and wrapped him in it, then gently set him down in his bed.
“Poor guy. Maybe we tried it a little too soon,” she said while cleaning herself off. She climbed into bed minutes later and pulled the covers over her. “Good night,” she said the sleeping dragon. “Maybe you’ll really ready next time.” Twilight closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Author's Note
Went to bed Christmas Eve wanting to write a Christmas piece and so that's what I did the next morning. Christmas festivities got in the way however and I went over time by a smidge. But still, Merry Christmas everyone!
P.S. I didn't bother proofreading or editing this because I'm lazy/tired and want to go to bed, sorry if it's terrible, I'll probably go through some other time and tidy up a bit.
