Give Me a D!
Spike stretched out his wings and arms as he walked down the hall, letting out a grunt of pleasure. With preparing for Twilight to became the ruler of Equestria, Starlight taking over as Head Mare of the school, collecting and checking resumes for possible new staff members, setting up the new buckball team and cheerleaders, building the additional facilities for such, and arranging for their first match against Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, it had been a pretty busy few days. He had not even been able to watch any of the practices, and barely got to see any of his own friends.
Fortunately, everything for buckball had been finished. At least on the bureaucratic arrangement end. The teams had been selected, and the exhibition match against Celestia's school had been scheduled. All that remained was for the teams to practice their playing, and for one of them to be chosen for said exhibition, and none of that was Spike's responsibility. That part was up to the coaches.
Now that his own schedule was a little more relaxed, he was looking forward to doing some things not so work intensive. First and foremost, he was going to go to his room, change out his work clothes, and put on jeans, a tee, and his hooded sweatshirt. That way, he would not have to be careful or risk damaging his work clothes, but it would also indicate to anyone around him that Executive Administrative Assistant Spike was off duty barring extenuating circumstances. After that, he would find Smolder and see what she was up to. The last time the two of them had been together, the dragoness had hinted at something, but refused to tell him what, saying that the dragon would have to see it for himself. Now that he had some more free time, Spike could finally find out what she was scheming.
As it turned out, Spike did not have to go looking at all. Smolder was lying on his bed, stretched out on her side. One arm rested under her chin, propping up her head. Her cyan eyes narrowed as she grinned, showing off her gleaming white fangs.
Most surprising was how she was dressed. Instead of her typical clothes of torn jeans and over-sized sweatshirt, or the elegant gowns she would occasionally put on and show off (although with the understanding that he would never tell anyone, or else she would shove his head up his own ass and kick both at the same time), she was dressed in a cheerleader outfit. The top was sleeveless with a collar, largely a deep purple, with pale, ice blue accents and trim. The skirt was the opposite, and so short that it barely even covered Smolder's hips, showing off a lot of her muscular orange legs.
"Hey, Spike," Smolder said as she moved to sit up. "Been waiting for ya."
"Hey," Spike replied. "You're uh..." His eyes drifted down along her body. "So, you're a cheerleader now?"
Smolder let out a chuckle as she stood up.
"Yeah." One hand reached down to smooth the skirt. "Thought it would be cool, and Ocellus and Yona needed someone there for support." Her eyes flicked away as her cheeks took on a redder tinge. "Plus, I thought it would be a good way to explore my feminine side without going full frill in public." She then glared at him, smoke puffing from her nostrils. "And if you tell anyone I said that, I will kick your ass all the way to Yakyakistan."
Spike bit the inside of his cheek, holding back the desire to laugh. While he knew it was an exaggeration, he was also aware of how protective Smolder was of her tough girl image. It was kind of funny since she had not only accepted her brother for having a softer, more sensitive side, but had actually encouraged him to be himself with his so called friends, but still was very protective about her own image and reputation. Still, it was important to her, and had taken a lot of work from Spike to get her to open up to him about it. The fact that he had embraced some very feminine and "pony" things himself helped.
"Well it looks good on you."
"Thanks," Smolder replied. She turned around. "Although there is one problem." With her back to Spike, she stopped, looking over her shoulder at him. "The skirts weren't designed with dragon tails in mind." Her tail lifted as she bent over. "So every time I bend over or lift my tail, like this, it shows off my panties for everyone to see."
"You're not wearing panties," Spike blurted out. And it was true. With Smolder bending over and lifting her tail, the skirt was out of the way, and Spike got an unobstructed view of her toned, heart-shaped ass. The smooth scales glistened in the light like polished gemstones, and there was even a hint of pink of her nether-parts, framed by the yellow of her underside. There was even a little bit of moisture visible.
"What?" Smolder cried out in mock surprise. "How odd." Her hips started to sway back and forth, shifting here backside, and giving extra flashes of pink. "I must have taken them off in my dorm room before I came over." A bead of wetness began to form between her nether lips.
"Just think," she said, with a hint of teasing to her voice. "Me. Walking all the way from my room to yours." Her eyes narrowed as her voice dropped low. "With no underwear." The bead started to dribble down along her lips. "And such a short skirt. Practically anyone could have seen my bare ass as I walked through the halls." She bent over further. "Maybe even get a glimpse of my pussy." More fluid dripped from the nether lips. "Could you imagine?"
Spike could imagine it. Quite easily. After all, he was getting a visual aid for the whole thing. Even without, it was not hard to imagine catching a glimpse as she walked up the stairs, bent over, or just lifted her tail a little too high.
Except something did not add up about that. Smolder was not one to let random creatures see her ass or her privates. If anyone ever tried it without her permission, pound them into the dirt, or chase them while spewing fire. Either way, they would never do it again.
Before Spike could think about it much more, the tip of Smolder's tail pressed against the inside of his thigh, sliding up along it and across the bulge in front.
"Well someone's excited at the thought," she called out.
Spike reached down and grabbed the tail. He pulled it up, giving a tug that made Smolder gasp out. Taking a step closer, he reached down with his free hand, placing it on one of her shapely ass cheeks.
One of Smolder's wings suddenly flared out and flapped, swatting him in the face. It did not hurt him, but did catch him off guard. The tail slipped from his grip as she pulled away, straightening up.
"I'm glad you're actually getting bolder and taking some initiative," she held up a finger, "but you know it's not going to be that easy."
Smoke floated from Spike's nostril as a low growl formed in the back of his throat. Admittedly, he had thought that it would be, but then, he was not exactly thinking with his full brain at the moment.
While she may have been exploring her more sensitive side and trying more feminine things than she used to, Smolder was still a dragon. As such, there were still certain things she expected and wanted, things which were tradition among dragons. One such tradition was that a male dragon had to prove themselves worthy of romantic and sexual partnership, in a way chosen by the female. In Spike's case, that meant once Smolder had made clear that she was interested in sex, and had confirmed that he was as well, then he actually had to catch her.
Spike lunged forward.
Smolder dropped down and jumped to the side. Her tail flicked out, hitting him in the shins and pushing him further off balance.
His face hit the bed.
"Come on, Spike!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "You have to do better than that."
Spike gripped the blanket as he got up. Pulling it off the bed, he let it drop to the floor. His wings gave a flap as he pushed off with his legs, taking to the air.
Although he had gotten pretty good with his wings and flying, Smolder had been doing so longer than him, and had more experience against other dragons. So as he went high, she went low, darting underneath him. Smolder tucked her wings and dove into a roll, coming into a stop on top of the blanket. She then turned to face him again, standing up.
"Come on," she cried out. "You have to be smarter than that. You know just charging at me won't work."
Spike grinned, and let out another puff of smoke. Crouched low, he turned to stalk toward the dragoness.
Smolder let out a huff, rolling her eyes. She matched his pace, stepping backwards as she did.
Spike stopped.
"Got ya."
He took a second to savor the look of confusion on Smolder's face, then acted. His hands reached down to grab the edge of the blanket that was partly wrapped around her feet, and jerked hard. The pull on the blanket yanked it out from under Smolder, causing her to yelp out as she was thrown backwards. Her wings snapped out and flapped, slowing her fall. Spike lunged, landing on top of her.
"Got ya," he repeated.
A pout formed on Smolder's face as she glared up at him.
"You got lucky," she huffed.
"Yeah," he admitted. "Although, I did drop the blanket on the floor in the hopes it would work."
Before Smolder could make any more comments, he pressed down, pinning his body against hers. He brought his mouth to the edge of her jaw, gave it a kiss, then nipped it. This was followed by another. Then another. Each moving closer toward her neck as he went.
Smolder's eyes closed as a small noise of pleasure escaped her. Her head tilted back, giving Spike better access to her neck and throat. She pushed her body up, pressing her chest and stomach against his. Her hips gave extra pressure, grinding against the bulge of his pants. Wrapping her arms around Spike, Smolder grabbed his back, quickly let go, then grabbed again, being careful not to tear the shirt with her claws.
Spike nipped where the base of Smolder's jaw met the top of her neck, then pulled back. His green eyes narrowed as he smirked down at her.
"So, do you submit?"
"Yeah," Smolder replied. "I submit. You win."
"Ah-ha!" Spike cried out. He moved to sit up, throwing his arms up above his head. "Victory!"
Smolder let out a huff, rolling her eyes as she turned her head to the side. Her tail flicked up, smacking Spike on the back.
"You are such a dork!"
A small chuckle escaped Spike. Instead of replying, he leaned forward and kissed Smolder on the lips. It was one that she quickly returned, giving a small moan of excitement. Once it ended, he lifted himself up off her, then moved lower. Lower. Lower.
Reaching the edge of the short skirt, he took a hold and flipped it up, exposing Smolder's crotch. Spike's tongue flicked out, licking at his lips as he looked at her. He gripped her orange hips, stroking down along the shapely, muscular thighs. His thumbs traced along the edges of her stomach and groin, following the line where orange gave way to yellow. They then traced inwards, sliding toward her nether-lips. Reaching them, he pulled them apart, exposing more of her pink inner depths.
Spike lowered himself all the way down, and brought his mouth to her vagina. His tongue slid out, and pressed against her warm, scaly skin. Slowly, he traced up along one outer edge of her nether-lips, then back down along the other side. He then let the tip slip inside, sliding up along the inner walls and flicking over the sensitive nub of her clit.
As he continued to lick at her sex, Smolder shifted. Reaching down, she grabbed the edge of her top. Her back arched as she began to pull the garment up, exposing her flat stomach, and a number of scars. Shifting further and adjusting her wings, she pulled the uniform's top off the rest of the way. Her chest was lean, flat, and muscular, with another scar: a large one which disappeared around her side.
After tossing the top aside, she reached down, grabbing a hold of Spike's head. Gently, she pulled it up and away from her crotch, looking him in the eye.
"I think that's enough foreplay."
"Okay," Spike replied, giving a small nod. His head slipped from her grip as he straightened up. Taking a hold of his own shirt, he pulled it off as well. He then reached down for the front of his pants.
"Hold on," Smolder called out, causing him to freeze. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
It took a second for thought to get through his lust-addled brain.
"Oh," he said. "Right."
He moved to stand, then stop. His eyes narrowed as he looked back down at her.
"You're not going to use this as an excuse to start the whole fight into submission over again, are you?"
Smolder let out a small mock gasp, placing a hand against her chest.
"Does that sound like something I would do?"
Seconds passed as neither moved. Spike stared down at her with narrowed eyes. He did not say anything, but he did not need to.
Smolder grinned as a small chuckle escaped.
"Alright, fine," she conceded. "Yeah, it is." She huffed and gave a shake of his head. "But not this time. Promise."
The promise was more than enough for Spike's satisfaction. After giving a nod, he got up, letting Smolder go, and made his way to the bedside table. From the small drawer he pulled out a packaged condom. While he got it, Smolder slipped out of her skirt.
"Hold on," she called out as she moved to sit on her knees. She held up a hand, motioning with a talon. "Come here."
As soon as Spike was in reach, Smolder grabbed a hold of the condom, and took a hold of the wrapper in her mouth. The naked dragoness then took a hold of Spike's pants, pulling him closer. She quickly undid the buckle and yanked out the belt, giving it a toss. Once that was out of the way, she undid the fly of the pants. Her thumbs slipped into the waistband of the pants and underwear, and Smolder pulled down, freeing Spike's cock from its cotton confinement. She continued pushing, stroking along his legs while sliding the clothes as far down as she could.
Smolder removed the package from her mouth with one hand, while the other took a hold of Spike's hip. He stepped out of his pants and underwear as she pulled him a step closer. Her own tongue slipped out form her lips, pressing against the underside of the base and stroking up to the tip.
It did not wrap around the length this time.
Pulling back, she held up the condom with one hand, the other hand reached for the top. Carefully, she pinched the package with thumb and forefinger, claws piercing the material while avoiding the contents. With a single, smooth motion, she sliced through the rest of the top. With great care, she took a hold of the condom and pulled it out.
Smolder took a hold of Spike's erect shaft, giving the base a gentle squeeze. She brought the condom up, placed it over the tip, and unrolled it down along the length, covering it in the protective sheathing.
As soon as she was done, Spike took a hold of Smolder's shoulders and pushed her back onto the ground. Once more, he pinned her to the floor, landing on top of her. His wings flared and gave a small flap, slowing his fall and letting him land without harming her. He smiled down at her as his hips pushed down, shaft pressing against her underside.
"Hmm," Smolder purred out, pushing her hips up to grind against him. "Someone's excited."
"You're one to talk," Spike retorted. He pushed his hips down more and pulled back, dragging the length of his shaft along her nether-lips.
Instead of replying, Smolder lifted her hips higher and spread her legs wider, giving him easier access to her vaginal depths. Once the tip found the opening, Spike slowly pushed forward, sinking his way into her. Smolder's legs wrapped around Spike's waist, then flexed, forcing him forward.
A grunt escaped the male dragon as their hips slapped together, his entire shaft now buried into her depths. Smolder was always so warm, so wet, and so tight. He could feel the heat around him, squeezing him, trying to pull him deeper. Even through the condom, he could feel how wet and excited she was. How much she wanted it.
Once her legs relaxed enough to let him, Spike began to move. His hips pulled back. Just a few inches, which was all that Smolder let him. Still, it was enough for him to pull back, and to give a short, quick thrust back into her. To start up the rhythm of their sex.
With each forward thrust, Spike pushed forward hard, hips slapping together and getting a squeak from Smolder (although she would never admit to it). Her legs never let him go, ankles staying locked and heels pressing into his rear, but as they continued, she allowed him to move further and further back, pulling out more and more of his shaft. This let him thrust forward faster, and harder, getting more of the squeaks from her.
Smolder wrapped her arms around Spike, claws digging into his back. She pulls him closer, pressing their bodies against each other more. Lifting her head, she brought her mouth to his shoulder and bit down. Not enough to break through the scales, much less pierce the flesh underneath, but enough that Spike felt it and to leave at least a superficial scratch.
It was enough to send Spike over the edge. With one final thrust, he pushed forward, burying himself as deep as he could. Throwing his head back, Spike let out a deep growl of pleasure, smoke flaring from his nostrils and green flame glowing between his clenched teeth. His wings flared out wide as his entire body tensed with orgasm. Every twitch sent a spurt of his fluid from the tip of his length.
Smolder tensed as well. Her leg muscles tightened, squeezing around Spike and holding him in place. Smoke poured from her own nostrils, and small grunts escaped her each time Spike's cock pulsed inside her depths.
Smoke and fire vanished as the climax came to an end. Spike's wings went limp as he dropped down. A huff escaped the somewhat worn out dragon, releasing the remnants of smoke in his mouth. He turned his head, bringing it toward Smolder's
Smolder released her hold on his shoulder and turned, kissing him. Her ankles unlocked and pulled apart as she relaxed her grip.
The kiss broke.
Spike moved to push himself up off of Smolder. His hips shifted, pulling his softening length from her depths.
As he stood up, Smolder sat up and grabbed a hold of him. One hand held onto his hip as the other reached for his softening cock. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of the condom, gripping it firmly, and pulled down along the length to slip it off. Once it was off, she brought the contraceptive to her mouth, tilting her head back. She gave a small bite, tearing the tip. Her mouth opened wide, tongue sticking out, as she brought two fingers up to the sides of the condom. Smolder squeezed the material and slid down, forcing all of the collected dragon cum out of the torn tip and onto her tongue. Once it was all collected, she showed it to Spike before pulling her tongue in and swallowing.
"That was fun," Smolder said as she stood up and made her way around the bed. "I need to grab a shower and change, but if you want, we can go do something after."
"That sounds..." Spike started, but stopped as he watched her pick up a pair of black boy shorts. "What are those?'
"My underwear," Smolder answered as she pulled them on. She turned to him and smirked. "You didn't really think I would actually walk all the way here without any, did you?"
A small blush formed on Spike's cheeks as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well... I mean...you did say..."
With a laugh, the dragoness walked up, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"That was just flirty talk," she declared. Stepping closer, she leaned in, pressing against him. "Besides, there's only one creature I want to see me naked."
They kissed.