She makes me feel...
Spike’s breath caught as he heard the rustling of the leaves. The tension in his skin as it crawled with fear was a firm reminder that he shouldn’t be here, especially now that he was eighteen. Maybe when he could be considered a ‘baby’ he would have gotten off light, but nowadays, if she knew what he did, he would be as good as dead meat. Looking through the bush though, he knew that it wouldn’t be by her hand.
A long, yellow leg extended itself from the treeline, carefully placing itself on a well worn patch of grass. He had been here many times before, and knew the ritual well, just as he suspected she did. Spike couldn’t deny that it made this all… easier. The dragon shut his eyes, even if it meant missing the first locks of her gossamer hair as she searched for anything like him. The thought that he had calculated all of this by now was making him sick, and he wished he didn’t feel like… like he needed to.
Spike’s green eyes shone as his.... desire? He still didn’t know what to call this feeling, not yet at least. Her beautiful blue eyes that shone like sapphires, freshly plucked from the sun and kissed by rain. Then there was her smile, that made him warmer than any amount of dragon’s fire could. A slight tinge of red touched the scales on his cheeks as he thought back to the slow change from these thoughts surrounding Rarity to being only true for this mare.
A flexing of his claw brought his attention back down, and he looked to the twitching digits. it was a normal technique of his to help him focus on his thoughts, and happened on reflex now when he merely saw Rarity and Fluttershy together. There were embers of course, and sometimes he would wonder, when the white mare wore her low cut dresses, or he caught her in those minimalist yoga pants, whether or not he should just go back to that. It would be easier than feeling like his heart stopped anytime Fluttershy just touched his hand.
Looking back up, he pushed Rarity back to the edges of his mind, and looked to the clearing again. A fire stirred in his chest as Fluttershy’s long, waving tail swung behind her. Each step revealed a different side of her large, tender flanks. Spike’s forked tongue ran over his lips as images of his strong claws sinking into her thighs filled his mind, but he forced himself to simmer down. If she was just here to bathe, even if it forced his member out from between his legs, he would not touch it. Such an act had started feeling wrong a long time ago.
Her body finally came to the edge of the lake that dominated the clearing, and each step sank more of her into it. His pupils narrowed as his vision sharpened, making sure he could still see everything as she turned around. One of the perks of being a dragon. When paired with him thinking about her soft bosom that any stallion wished he could hold, it made him chuckle. Those thoughts belonged in the category of once making him feel bad, and he sighed as he remembered that remembering such a fact had replaced it.
Such guilt was cooled off as he simply tried to watch. Her hands ran over every inch of her, making sure that all of her would be wet. Every second of her caressing her naked body caused Spike’s burning fire to grow, and he felt the muscles between his legs grow and harden. He would not start though, and it made him smile that this is what it took, despite the first time he finished before she even began. Now was the moment of truth. Would he feel terrible, or leave happy to see her in bliss? Or, maybe even both? He doubted that one, as no sort of reasoning had made him feel okay with what he had witnessed.
She leaned back onto a rock that jutted out of the water, and he groaned to himself. Today would be the day. He didn’t care what he got to watch, or the moans that entered his ears, he would not let the beast within him win. He didn’t want to, which only made the question of why he always came here all that much worse!
He stared at her for a few more moments and wondered about why she always did it here. It could be that she liked the worry of being caught while exposed like this, and he was turning her on, but he knew it was weak. She was a shy, little mare, and she would scream if she ever knew he was there. In fact, if any of her animals caught her at home, she would probably pass out. And yet, what are you still doing?
He stepped away at this point. Her moans could still catch his ears, but he didn’t enjoy them anymore. His mind was flashing one thing at him, and he hated it. Spike’s teeth clenched and he almost slammed a hand onto the ground. The only thing that stopped him was the fear of revealing himself, something he would not do, not when he was already one foot out.
He rustled through the leaves of the overgrowth as he removed himself from the spot. Tomorrow he would make up for today and destroy the filthy hidey hole, but today he would hole himself up alone like he deserved. He was just a stupid man, barely not a teenager, and a pervert at that. Why did he think today would change that at all.
Spike’s claws raked against one of the trees, and he stopped, before looking to the page. It was a letter, but… from where? He wasn’t going the way he normally did, so it was possible he had missed it before, but it still made no sense. Opening it up though, he felt like he would cry.
Dear Spike,
If you are who is spying on me, than I want to let you know that I don’t hate it. I never did, and that always seemed wrong to me though. No matter how many animals told me a dragon watched as I bathed, I couldn’t force myself to confront you. I wanted to, and for a while I even knew what why. That only scared me more though.
Today though, I knew I needed to do something, and I hope you’ll find this. I didn’t have the guts to leave this in your spot, but maybe, if we’re lucky, you will? I don’t know how to write this, I’m sorry. I do think I know one thing though.
I love you Spike, and if you want to join me in the water, please, do.
With Love,
Fluttershy
Spike paused for only a moment before grabbing the paper. The fire within him burned hotter than it had ever before, and he swore he could destroy all of Equestria with its heat. His claw spun the quill that had been left with the scroll, and flew through his words. He didn’t even bother to check his spelling, or what he had said in the burst of passion, but instead left it there for her to find.
In fifteen minutes, he came back to the spot, and kissed the crying Fluttershy that sat there. In the embrace they held, he knew what she was. Not desired, nor treasured, for her body was not what made him certain of his feeling. In her arms, the soft, timid, but heartfelt words pounding in his head, he knew that they were why he felt this way. He loved his little Fluttershy, who would always take care of him, and he the other way around, and nothing would change that.
As the two finally separated, she whispered, “Happy Hearts and Hooves day, my special somepony,” before she snuggled into his hard scales, and he wrapped her up in his large body. Happy and warm, there they would stay for the rest of the day.