Pink

~Pink~

~Part Two~

The nighttime stars shined through the curtains and illuminated the room which even in the deep evening resembled a prepped party area. Spike, sleeping on his right side of the bed was fast asleep, while Pinkie, minding her distance till confident she wouldn't wake him peeped her eyes open every so often to ensure keeping from slipping into slumber. Every so often, she'd haze out only to return moments later, still waiting for a sign of any kind to appear letting her know it was her chance. Finally, a slight snore followed by him turning to lay on his back was all she truly needed to know it was time to move in. As she tossed over, looking at the resting dragon, she wondered if this was right.

“Of course it is,” she thought to herself as an act of reassurance. “He'll love this! I mean, it's not rape, right? It's just a friend helping another out... in a sexually explicit way, yeah... but still, once he's experienced this, I know I'll have done the right thing.”

Her hoof graced his chest while she moved in close. Her head and puffy mane relaxed on his shoulder with ease, while she wrapped her arms around him, pulling the dragon tightly, enough to where she finally had him right where she needed him. Reaching down, a sudden sinking feeling was felt for below his stomach held nothing below. Pinkie continued to feel around, but as memory served, she soon realized his prick must have been folded away, unreachable by her soft hooves. If she was going to do what she, and technically he wanted, she'd need to get him in the mood.

With no other choice, she gradually tightened her hug, forcing him to groan and open his eyes slightly. Caressing his chest and feeling him up wasn't doing much, though. Spike seemed to be a fairly heavy sleeper. So, turning to her last resort, she lifted the covers just barely enough to get on top of his legs. Her hooves rested on the plushness underneath his arms and her head moved lower to his ear to silently taunt, “Spiky, wake up... I've got a special gift for you...”

Finally blinking his eyes and seeing Pinkie on him, her right hoof smoothing his head, he confusingly asked, “P-Pinkie... what's going on? Why are you...?”

She silenced his questions with her other hoof, moved it down to his claw and let him hold it while she coyly smiled and explained, “I told you, I've got something extra special for you tonight... You're gonna love it.”

Her right hoof was grasped by his other claw, and for the first time in Spike's life, he got a kiss on the lips. Pinkie tenderly began with a peck, but soon felt him accept it and kiss back. It was easier than she thought, getting him to open up so willingly. He seemed to at least understand what a kiss was and deepened it by slipping some tongue in, but not too much. He had respect for Pinkie, and although he could've dug deeper, he waited for her turn. Naturally the party pony was getting into it, and welcomed his taste like a regular, delectable sweet. He reached deep inside and curled around her tongue twice, bringing her to instant arousal. She began to wonder how long it would actually take for his own lustful pleasure to thoroughly kick in when her leg felt pressure coming from below his waist. Upon feeling it himself, Spike receded his taster and looked down to see not one, but two tips peeking out of his scaly skin covers.

“You have two of them?!” Pinkie asked with a beaming smile. “I mean I've heard of certain dragons having dicks that heat up, dicks that cool down, ones that can expand, automatically lubricate, move on their own, but I've never, ever even thought of a dragon with two dicks! That's so cool! It's, it's... uh...”

She'd returned her wandering gaze to see Spike looking baffled by her words. “Uhmm... Dicks?”

She couldn't believe it. The poor, young dragon didn't even know what a cock was, and he had a matching pair. Pinkie grumbled to herself, “I'll be needing to get on both Twilight's and Rarity's plots for that...”

“Is that bad? I always just called it my pee shooter.”

Pinkie giggled and snickered at the fact that Spike probably never even heard the word “penis” before. She looked him in his worried eyes an said, “I've got a lot to teach you. I guess a blow job should be where it all starts.”

“What's a... blow job?”

Pinkie's response was a typical, “You'll see.”

Kissing his lips again before focusing in on his petite chest, she mildly tickled him with each peck. Eventually making her way to his belly and grasping his two reptile like throttlers, she slowly licked the tips, making Spike moan, “Ewe...”

“No, they taste good!”

With every serene lick, Spike slowly but surely began to understand what his friend was really doing. His head lowered to nestle on his pillow while Pinkie kept up the lip work. Sinking further down and taking all of the thick plumpness in, she noticed more was still coming out. Blue in color and bulbous in shape, the rest told her when Spike came, the end was naturally made to keep his essence sealed in tightly. She marveled at the wetness and shivered excitingly with every delicious pop, only to quickly return, keeping them nice and warm. Good thing they were still in kid-like form, otherwise she would've only been able to take one at a time. Spike puffed and took deep breaths of air while she continued.

“P-Pinks... I don't know, but... I'm starting t-to feel weird down there.”

Pinkie plopped her head up, some liquid swiveling in the air only to land nicely on her chin and said, “That's good! It means your close to your climax.” She kept on massaging them with her hooves as she spoke.

“What's that?”

Giggling at his innocence, Pinkie said, “It's another way of saying you're about to cum. When you do...” She brought her body closer to him and kissed his chest once more before continuing, “your body sends endorphins through your blood, you get all sorts of tingly and it just feels like the funnest thing ever! From what I understand, for males, it only lasts for a few seconds, but for a mare like me, it can last even longer. It's one of my favorite things to do.”

Spike grinned at the thought even though he didn't know a thing on the subject, but anypony could add up the math. “Okay,” he mumbled. “I guess that would be pretty cool...”

Closing her eyes and giving him a sweet smile, she returned to his pulsing erections. Slipping it right on in like a pop-sickle, Pinkie slurped and coated her guest's special pricks, loving the scent it protruded. It made her feel different, with abnormally sticky water seeping from the double phallus glands. Thinking about how it might've been another special gift Spike had only shot even more delight through her body. Just when Spike couldn't take much more, he signaled his near peak by lifting his waist a few inches from the bed and moaning even more.

Spontaneously, Pinkie felt spurts of delicious cream spray and coat the back of her throat. Amazingly for such a little guy, there was too much of it, so she gulped what she could, popped the two ejaculating knobs out and let the rest fly into the air thickly dousing her face with clear white spunk. Some lines landed on her mane, but that just made her feel even more aroused. As she licked some from her cheek and sliding more into her mouth with both hooves, gulping the yummy treat, she said, “Wow, Spike! Your jizz is, like, the best tasting cum I've ever tried. How did you do that? I know dragons are way different from ponies, but I had no idea... If I did way back when, I would've done this a long time ago!”

Spike fumed in heat, huffing with exhaustion ans sweat forming on his scalp. His head lifted along with his gripping claws releasing the sheets, tired eyes observing the pink cum coated mare and asked, “Will there be more of that? It was awesome!”

While Spike sat up, Pinkie snickered and said, “You bet, but uh, first I need to get myself cleaned up.” Trotting over to a cabinet across from the bed, Pinkie opened it up and searched around for a possible towel when she heard Spike warily approach. His sight was locked onto her flank, curious as he was, it seemed perfectly normal to Pinkie. He was still so young and untaught in sexual ways. She leaned her head to the left to see him observing right under her tail, his dual dicks slowly returning to their folds as he inspected. Pinkie asked, “See something you like?”

“Where's yours? Don't you have a dick too?”

Bursting into laughter and collapsing onto the floor, Pinkie composed herself after a few seconds of enjoying his question. “No, silly. I'm a mare! Girls don't have dicks, we have pussies.” Bending over and swashing her fluffy tail to the side so he could get a good, long look, she said, “See for yourself!”

Her slit, pink and puffy, moistly prepared to take him on teased his entertained mind. His right claw lifted, but soon returned to the left. “I'm... not ready... I get what you mean, though. My dick, or both of them, goes in there, don't they...?”

The mare turned around and hugged her partner tightly while explaining, “When you're ready, Spike, you'll know. Till then we can take things slowly. You're still learning, a newbie at this game, but you'll adapt. Now come on, it's late. We need to rest, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

Returning to the bed, the two snuggled with each other under the covers. Spike didn't know why, but Pinkie's grip relaxed him in a way he'd never been before. She kept kissing his head at times and rubbed his belly in her sleep. Her soft and lush, furry hooves were the best substitute blanket he ever felt. She put all her warmth on him, cuddling him as though he were a teddy bear. After a few moments of peaceful stillness, they both finally fell to sleep, content with the experiences they just enjoyed so much.

While Pinkie dreamed about the usual candy fields, chocolate waterfalls and gumdrop clouds, Spike had odd nightmares involving Rarity and Twilight, how they might react to this. Questions arose in his weird, mental journey, like why Twilight hadn't explained anything involving sex, why Rarity never put out so to speak, and how she'd react to him being with Pinkie instead of her. The dream told him she wouldn't care, and that Pinkie would always love him, something Rarity wouldn't do. Not just physically love him, but emotionally as well. Of course, in dreams, beings hardly act the way they would in the outside, real realm of Equestria. What the nightmare really meant was that Spike felt scared for telling his first crush he'd fallen for another, and that his emotions for Pinkie were overwhelming the ones originally formed for her. It might have been the sexual drive he felt earlier, or it could've also been the fact that Pinkie had always been there for him.

While the night progressed to its end, Spike woke several times with Pinkie fondling him ever so kindly, a grin painted clearly across her face. As for Spike, he had a more worried look about him, scared that Rarity would find out. He wasn't terrified of her being mad, but instead, her not caring just as she didn't mind leaving him behind just to be in Canterlot.