The Dragon and his Maiden (Clop)
POP
The cork shot off, followed by a steady stream of bubbles dripping into the ice bucket. Once it was safe, two long stemmed glasses, held between dexterous, purple digits, were filled with the bubbly concoction.
“Here you go, my love,” Spike said, offering one of the glasses to Sweetie as he sat beside her on the hotel's massive bed.
“Thank you,” she said, levitating the beverage to her lips for a sip. The sweet flavor of rose and grape bathed her taste buds, the subtle tingle of alcohol an afterthought. It was an expensive, two hundred year old gift from Princess Celestia. According to Luna, she was as giddy as a filly upon hearing the news of Spike's engagement. It reminded Sweetie of how close Spike and his family was to the solar diarch.
“So, who was your favorite character?” Spike asked.
Sweetie thought back to the show. She liked several, but in her opinion... “Lord Ministry.”
“The villain?” Spike asked, caught off guard by the unexpected answer.
“He was cunning, and charismatic, working his nefarious plots with patience, all the while maintaining his ruse as the caring, kind representative of the populous. He was everything a fictional villain should be. Not to mention Curtain Call played the role perfectly.”
“Okay, you got a point,” Spike conceded. “I liked Kite Shield. Characters like him never get the recognition they deserve. I mean, if it wasn't for him, Rogue would have never escaped the Pit of Ranolas, and would have never gotten to Princess Rose in time. Yet in all that, where's his happily ever after? In knowing the land was safe and his best friend was happy.”
Sweetie giggled into her hoof. “He's kind of like you, isn't he? Always doing so much, without thought of reward or recognition.” She leaned over and kissed him gently. “That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”
“One of the reasons?” Spike gave her a questioning glance. “What are the others?”
“Well... you're funny, sweet, helpful, corny-”
“Corny?”
“In a good way,” Sweetie giggled. She looked up, his emerald eyes meeting her own, “What about me? What made you fall for me?”
“Are you kidding?” The dragon said with a chuckle. “You're smart, caring... Beautiful.”
Sweetie could feel her cheeks flush at that. “Thanks. I mean, I know I'm not a pretty as Rarity, but-”
She was cut off by Spike's lips. “You really should stop comparing yourself to your sister. Sure, she gorgeous... but not as gorgeous as you.” He brushed his claw, gently across her cheek. Sweetie leaned into his hand slightly, before moving up and pressing her lips to his.
A quick peck...
Then a longer kiss...
Soon enough, their drinks were forgotten as they made out, passionately. Spike's arms wrapped around his mare, pulling her close. His tongue snaked its way past her lips and began exploring her mouth. It wasn't the first time they made out like this, but what she knew was going to follow made her heart race with nerves and anticipation. She could taste the champagne on his breath as well as the usual spice she had come to associate with dragons.
Spike's claws brushed through Sweetie's fur, descending lower and lower. She shivered as he began groping her cutie marks. She had let him cop a feel sometimes when they were alone, but they had never gone further... until now, that is. Sweetie placed her hoof on his claw, gently guiding it lower until it rested firmly on her rump. They broke the kiss and gazed into each others eyes. Spike tried swallowing the lump in his throat, proving to Sweetie that he was as nervous as she.
“Spike,” Sweetie said, breathlessly. “Make me your mare.”
Alright, Spike, he thought to himself. Remember those books Midnight gave you... Even though Twilight probably got them but didn't want it to be weird. Focus, Spike! First step; ensure mare is sufficiently aroused.
His claw brushed down Sweetie's chest. Unlike most clawed creatures, Dragon's claws don't extend or retract, but harden and soften. They could be as hard as diamond, or as soft as a bunny. This made his digits even more gentle than a hoof, and Sweetie loved every bit of it. Sweetie took in a shuddering breath as he reached her marehood and brushed against it gently.
Spike rubbed her a few times, realizing he wasn't sure how tell if she was aroused enough. He supposed testing it would be a good start and slowly sank a finger inside her, Sweetie gasping in surprise. It moved rather easily, but his dragonhood was bigger than a finger. That along with Sweetie's moans prompted him to slide his claw in and out.
I think she's aroused enough, Spike thought to himself. Step two; insertion. He once again tried swallowing his nerves.
“A-are you ready?” he asked, stroking himself. Sweetie looked down at the draconic penis. It wasn't the first time she had seen it, but she never really looked, out of respect. It wasn't too different from the diagrams Miss Cheerlie had shown them in sex-ed. The only real difference was the head was pointed instead of flat and had a row of stiff ridges on either side.
Sweetie nodded and rolled over to a more natural position. She levitated a pillow to lay her chin on and lifted her rump, raising her tail. His heart rate skyrocketed as he took his place behind her.
He couldn't believe it. He had dreamed about this moment for years... Literally. So many nights were highlighted by clopping to Sweetie's perfect plot, and now here it was, beckoning him to take her flower. Spike's heart thundered even harder in his chest as he positioned his head at her opening. He pushed forward once... Twice... Three times, struggling to find his mark.
“Here,” Sweetie said, wrapping his shaft in her emerald glow and guiding him as he moved into her.
Sweetie moaned as her walls stretched and molded around his dragon cock. She gave him a nod when he came to a barrier, telling him to just do it. His pointed tip made short, easy work of her hymen, causing her to yelp in pain, gripping her pillow as a few tears leaked out.
Spike, however, could only twitch as ripples of pleasure shot through him. “Oh... Oh, geeze. I-I'm so sorry, Sweetie. I just couldn't...”
Sweetie was about to ask what he meant, but one look back told her enough. He pulled out, bringing a generous amount of his spunk with him.
“Oh,” Sweetie said, unable to keep the disappointment from her voice. “Well, I guess you were just a little pent up. Not to mention it was your first time. It's alright. We can try again in a few minutes.” Sweetie rolled to her back, levitating a box of tissues to her to wipe herself off.
“Hey, um...” Spike began, “Never mind.”
“What?”
“No, it's stupid.”
“Spike, just tell me. I won't laugh or get mad. I promise.”
Spike sighed and relented. “Well, I was just hoping – and I'll understand if you don't want to – if maybe we can do it face-to-face?”
Sweetie was caught off guard by that. It made since he would want to, seeing as it was the natural position for dragons, the female's thick tail making mounting from behind nearly impossible. For ponies, though...
“Y-you mean, on my back, with my hooves just hanging in the air?” Sweetie bit her lip in thought.
“I told you it was stupid,” Spike said, looking upset at himself. “It was just a passing, selfish thought.”
Sweetie smiled at him. “It's not selfish, Spike. Selfish would be me only ever wanting to do it the pony way. Besides, I might like it.”
“You mean..?” Spike started to ask, but was caught stunned by Sweetie laying back and spreading her legs for him and giving him a 'come hither' look. He was hard again in an instant and crawling over his love.
Sweetie guided him again as he rolled his hips forward, entering her once again. There was noticeably less pain this time, and she was able to enjoy penetration so much more. The feeling of fullness, and the heat of a dragon spreading her open was indescribable. When their pelvises met, she opened her eyes, not even realizing they were closed in the first place. Her emerald eyes met his and suddenly, this position wasn't so uncomfortable.
Slowly, Spike lifted his hips, drawing out again a bit before dropping back in as gently as he could. He wasn't really worried about hurting her. Even though she was a little on the petite side for a unicorn, she was still about two hundred pounds to his one-seventy. Still, he was a gentledrake and refused to go faster before she was ready.
“Oh, Spike~” Sweetie moaned in bliss. “Oh my gosh. Go a-a little faster... Please.”
Abiding his mare, he slowly increased his pace, until an audible slap could be heard every thrust. Sweetie was lost in bliss. Warmth seemed to spread throughout her body, whether from her own arousal, or Spike's higher core temperature, she didn't know or care. All that mattered was that she and her love were finally one. It was everything she imagined it would be and more.
Spike lowered his head to bring her into a kiss. As their tongues danced, a tingling sensation began to build in her nethers. It was small, yet powerful... and it was building. Even as smart as she was, with her mind hazed, it took a few moments to realize what it was.
“S-Spike~ Oh gosh~ I-I'm gonna~” she said, struggling to form a coherent thought.
“J-just a little-” Spike was interrupted by Sweetie arching her back and crying out as her body trembled. Her hooves clutched him tightly as Spike continued at a frenzied pace as Sweetie's tunnel seemed to shrink. Before Sweetie's orgasm even finished, Spike filled her womb with his seed for the second time.
Spike gave a few more thrusts as they rode out their carnal high, until they just laid there, panting as they held each other. Their eyes never left one another as each just admired the other. The two eventually rolled over so they were holding each other on their sides as Spike's spent rod slowly retracted, popping out with a squelching sound.
They laid like that, too tired to get up, until sleep claimed them. The last thoughts that passed through their minds were surprisingly similar. The shower in the morning was going to be awesome.