I - Trembling Claws of Innocent Lies
Under the Hood
B_25 & Lazy Reader
Spike had lied, more than twice, and now it was time to pay the price. Smooth wood supported the back of his head while the rest of his body leaned against the building, the cottage set at the edge of the woods. Silently, seconds apart, the breeze blew, frigid and Autumn.
And not even its cold touch could cool his heated scales.
“I know this is kinda strange, and out of the blue, and something else but, uh, T-Twi... Twilight, do you, um, k-know anything about girls?”
There was a pause. She'd been on the couch, laid back across it with feet up on the rest—purple and perfect, each spread an inch apart, offering a view over the long legs to the hem of her richly dark amethyst skirt. “Really, Spike? This joke again? If you really want, I can go ask the OTHER girls about themselves.”
Twilight's head laid propped up against the other rest, a hand holding a book over her face. She inched to the right of it, peeking and glaring at him from its edge. Tsundere. Why was Twilight's frustration always cute? Such was a dangerous thing to think. “Better yet. Let me go talk to a mirror. I can get some answers for you that way.”
Tucked with the deliciously thick hem of her skirt, nearly enshrouded by the abyss of shadow cast by the article, deep inside, warm black panties clung against Twilight's smooth bottom. They seemed stretched but not to the extreme. A constant struggle to keep all of her greatness contained.
She was giving him a view, aware or not, and doing nothing to take it away.
“I'm serious, Twilight.” Every painful spasm of Spike's heart twitched in his claws, drawing them ever closer to tightening into a fist. A pulsation of some sorts. Curling closer, then an inch away, then curling close, again and again... “You're the only one I can trust with this kind of thing. I... please. I need your help.”
Twilight laid the book upon her chest while constrained tension of her face softened to a mix of genuine concern and hurt. “Oh. I'm...” After a second of silence, a sigh escaped her—followed by a shake of the head.
“You know I love you, Spike.” Twilight began to sit up. “I always have your back. So how can I help?”
Spike gulped. The tips of his talons brushed against the other, seconds and inches away from curling into a fist—only for his shoulders to drop, claws to open, and head to dip.
“There's this girl I like, and not only can I hardly talk to her, but...”
The crunching of distant gravel broke him to the real world. Spike whipped his head forward at once. There she was in the distance. Twilight crossed the bridge over the small river, waving to him from afar. Dressed in a light coat with adorable earmuffs covering her fluffy ears.
Spike gave a tired smiled, eyes half-closed while lifting a claw, waving back at her.
The creaks of the wood beneath his foot, somehow, were louder to his ears than the beats of his own heart.
“It seems like Fluttershy will be down in a few.” Twilight came into view from his right side with her hands clasped behind her back. She turned to face him while dancing backward with her feet, smiling up at the dragon. “Why don't you take a seat on the couch? It looks like she already has tea ready for us.”
Spike nodded because he did not trust himself to speak. Words harder to say with a fear of even opening his mouth. Could others be able to hear his pounding heartbeat through his voice, in keeping his lips parted? With a small shake of the head, he came to the couch and took a seat.
He kept his claws tucked between his legs, out of sight, hoping none would see them shaking.
“There we are! And—will you scoot over a bit?” Twilight popped over at his side with a hand laid on her hips. “You going to make some space for me to sit down or what?”
“R-Right.” Spike shuffled to the right side of the couch, hoping to not leave the spot he left damp with his beginning sweat. Much to his worry, however, instead of sitting on the opposite side of the couch—Twilight sat right next to him, inches apart, the fur of her leg brushing against his.
Why is she sitting so close to me? Spike nearly hyperventilated the words in his head, almost fearful the girl sitting next to them could hear them. Without a doubt, suppressing his shivers prove pointless. I might as well be a vibrating chair next to her.
“It's going to be alright, you know.” The voice knocked Spike from his thoughts. Leaning more to the right and turning his head to the left, the figure of Twilight beamed up at him, smiling in that adorable with her eyes closed. “All of this may seem a little scary to you at first. But I promise you have nothing to worry about!”
Twilight was a genuine girl. The kind that believed in others. And that expression, the full range, meant she utterly believed in and for him.
Spike's heart ached. Cowardice had made a liar out of him.
“Sorry I got you roped into this.” Spike turned his gaze away from her smiling face, unable to handle the truth of joy and support she felt toward him. Always so open and honest. Just how did Twilight express herself so fully and genuinely? “I shouldn't be such a pansy about all of this. It's just—“
Something warm, soft, settled lightly around his wrist. “You don't have to explain yourself to me.”
Too good for him.
“But this is something I should be figuring out for myself.” Spike shook his head while the words escaped him. Thankful was he for the guise of being nervous; half-lie and half-truth. “I shouldn't be getting my best friend involved in matters like these.”
“I wouldn't be much a best friend if I didn't help you through strange and tough things, Spike.” Twilight leaned her lithe body against him, a flush of compact warmth exploding against the side of the dragon's frame. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, Spike felt lavender fuzz brushing against his scales. “I wasn't kidding when I said I loved you, Spike.”
Spike clenched his eyes and curled his claws, the only means of stopping himself, of keeping his touch away from her. More and more, Twilight's soft and warm body leaned into him, into him, staying with him. Contact too close for mere friends, but something to be expected out of best friends.
Best friends.
Damn.
“We all struggle with things others find easy.” Twilight giggled softly at the end of her words, laying her head onto Spike's right shoulder. She exhaled warmly afterward, rubbing her cheek slowly into a spot. “Applejack struggles to ask for help. Fluttershy has issues expressing her darker side. And you're afraid of touching girls.”
“T-Twilight!” Spike didn't hesitate to turn and lay his claws against her, shoving her away. She leaned away with the push, laughing, scooting an inch apart. “That was supposed to be our secret!” He sighed with a shake of his head. “I swear you're the worst, sometimes.”
Twilight continued to laugh. “Sorry, Spike. I needed to get at least one dig in there for a chuckle. I promise not to press anymore on such a sensitive topic.”
Spike still whipped his head to hers anyway. “And I don't have any trouble talking to girls either! I just... when we're in the bedroom... I...”
“You're worried about what to do,” Twilight finished with a smile, settling still on the couch. Her hands clasped over her legs, and she kept to herself, a soft and warm and perfect contact lost. “It's a normal fear many males have, Spike. It's okay to be nervous about things you've done before.”
Then Twilight looked down at her lap. “I'm sure Rarity or whoever would be very happy to know you're willing to go this far to make them, well, f-feel good.” The smallest trace of an exhale broke the air following the whip of her head to gaze up at him. “And besides! You were able to shove me aside easily enough. So your fear must not apply to all of us.”
Spike wanted to cry but couldn't bring himself to do it. Twilight had always been his closest friend, the one he could talk to about anything but now, as he leaned forward, couldn't tell her the most important thing affecting him.
“It's not any of the girls I've been hanging around as of late.” Spike hunched forward again, with his claws clasped together like how Twilight was, two souls, keeping compact unto themselves. His claws gripped the other even tighter. “In fact, with this one, I don't know how to talk to her at all.”
Twilight gave a soft laugh, the kind to ease the tension in the air, and not to mock what was said. “I hear using your voice is a good start.” Her laughter ended as she too leaned forward. “But you struggling to talk to a girl? That takes me back to when you were shorter... chubbier... and had a higher voice and—“
“Have you always thought this highly of me?” Spike didn't know he was smiling, that was until he felt the corner of his lips pressing into his cheeks. Contact like this, even verbal, steadied his racing heart. “You keep this up, and you may need to give me lessons on how to talk to girls again.”
Finally, something warm settled over the top of his claw. “Trust me, Spike, you don't need lessons like that again.” Her face leaned back and tilted to the left; another encouraging smile for him again. “You're able to touch and talk to me, aren't you? If you let yourself go... just, be yourself, act like yourself, and not worry so much.” Her eyes slowly drifted shut and then back open. “Whoever this lucky lady is. If... she gets to experience the real you underneath all those scales.”
Twilight pulled her hand away, and despite this, still smiled.
“She'll fall in love with you.” Twilight beamed up once more, away from him. “Without a doubt!”
It'd taken some moments of silence to get everything in order. Creaks of wood sounded from the floor above, most likely Fluttershy's room. It was... odd she hadn't come down to greet them yet. Spike lifted the kettle laid on the set atop the table, pouring the steamy tea into the two white cups presented.
“So,” Twilight began while leaning over the table, slipping lavender fingers through the handle of one of the cups, “we both already know its too late to explain the birds and the bees to you now.” Twilight sat back into the couch while crossing one leg over the other. “That, and you probably already have enough experience with women's anatomy after a certain magazine or two.”
Spike glared an eye over at Twilight while setting the kettle back on the plate. “There's no way you found those magazines.” His now free claw swooped through the handle of the remaining cup that steamed. “I hid them well when I was a kid.”
“Yeah, right. Like underneath your basket?”
“Now I know you're talking out of your wonderful butt.” Spike sat back and crossed his legs as well, grinning over at the girl sitting next to him. His eyes, however, for a single second flicked downward. Twilight's richly dark purple skirt hiked slightly up in the back, the faintest underside of a toasty, purple dough flattening over the cushion.
“They weren't just underneath my basket.”
His eyes quickly caught themselves and, immediately, flicked up to her face. Twilight held her cup before her lips, blowing on the liquid softly. The suicide mission of his naughty gaze few to her ass and, somehow, landed safely. However, that small smile on her lips still troubled him.
“I know! Underneath your little mattress, through a tear in the sheet, wedged just slightly to the left.” Twilight lipped the rim of the cup against her lips, sipping, before pulling it away. “Don't forget who did your laundry.”
“I... took them out before every wash.”
Twilight gazed over at him. “Every time?”
“Every most times.” Spike downed half of the tea, not caring for the scalding on his tongue; a physical pain taking his mind off the physiological one. “Fine. You win this one.”
“This isn't a game.” Twilight's smile and laughter and everything else ceased. She held the cup before her chest—something that pressed heavily against the fabric of her shirt. “You came to me because you're too nervous to touch members of the opposite sex. More than that, you're afraid that, even if you can get over that—you won't do a good enough of a job.”
The words may have sliced at his scales, but Spike knew that was not their intent.
“I'm okay at giving hugs and shaking hands and, well, snuggling together.” Spike gazed around the cabin of the cottage, the absence of animals and furniture untouched. They were alone. “But when it comes to actually touching a girl. Y-Y'know, feeling her chest and, uh, doing something, with the, er, t-two things, down there..."
“A lot of guys want to grab at a women's breasts, knead the cheeks of her bottom, and set talented talons to work inside their—what's the word commonly used now?—pussy to make them climax.” Twilight had said those words quickly and with confidence, but at certain spots, her voice dipped in pitch. The hot blush blending with her lavender cheeks was nearly indistinguishable.
Spike overcame his feelings to well up into himself, instead, trying to tread across the brave ground Twilight had paved for him. “It always seems so easy in my head. Like it's a fantasy.”
“But when it actually comes to doing it?”
“Something about it feels wrong.” Spike shook his head, suppressing the shivers striving to claim his shoulders. “To actually grab at her breasts or touch her ass or, y'know, work at her pussy and—Celestia, I can't talk straight about this stuff.”
Twilight laughed softly. “I... don't you worry, Spike... your sexy talk get better with more experience. And that's not to harp on you.”
Spike chuckled, then glanced over. “Thanks.”
The two sat there for a moment, silence besides the creak of wood from above, two cups of hot tea held by them both. The conversation was supposed to be an easy one. And yet, every word was a struggle. Each sentence a failure. Full of shame.
Things, it seemed, never went to plan.
“I'm going to help you, Spike.” The words came from Twilight, so soft, the silence was nearly louder. “I know it's an awkward topic for us both, but... I really do think I have a plan that'll get you comfortable with exploring a women's body. Its something for you both to enjoy.”
Spike nodded his head slowly to her words, and without quite knowing why, scooted close to Twilight. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Twilight leaned toward the table and set her cup on top of it. Then, shifting in her spot, laid her hand on his right arm. “Our bodies were made to be enjoyed by others. Not all the time—but sometimes.” Her hand curved over the sharp slope of his shoulder, the smooth scales tickling her soft fur. “Just as you would enjoy having a girl's... chest being squeezed in your claw... she.... she would enjoy...”
Twilight's hand swept over his bicep, neither big or small, enough to fill out her palm, a delicious hardness to curl her fingers around. There was something soft about the toughness of the muscle. Curling her hand around it radiated a heat; a kind different from what she produced.
“Getting to feel things about your body as well.” Twilight gave a final squeeze of his arm, relishing in the contact before slipping her fingers away from it. “It's understandable why you may feel guilt touching a women's body. But if she wants you to, and she wants to do the same to you, well... isn't that just... wonderful?”
Spike smiled.
How can someone else be so perfect?
“My mind can agree with that,” said the coward. “Just a matter of getting my body to agree with that, too.”
Spike wasn't sure what to expect after having told his best friend his secret, that with all the girls he'd ever gotten together with that he'd been unable to do more than a kiss. How his claws shook at the prospect of touching at the places his other head so desired.
But Twilight had an answer and a solution to everything. Somehow, both of those led to not only to a cottage away from home but in the bedroom of Fluttershy. Windows with blinds drawn over and a door locked twice. Two lovely ladies sitting on a bed; one scared dragon sitting on a chair across from them.
Fluttershy sat with her legs straight, head down, hands clasped, eyes flicking, to him, only occasionally. A furious blush consumed the yellow patches of her smooth cheeks. She still smiled, soft and subtly, motherly and supportive.
That, and Fluttershy was beyond stacked. Her breasts were fulled to the point of nearly blowing like an overblown balloon. Their hefty weight pressed against the dense, deliciously black fabric of her tank top. The article defined her assets and accentuated their shape to maddening degrees to any on-looking male.
She could crush cities with those.
“Spike.” A voice. “Are you paying attention.”
Shit.
“Sorry.” Spike flicked his gaze over to Twilight, her expression scrunched inward. Uh-oh. “Just a little bit confused as to why we're all here.”
Twilight mouthed some words before she spoke, ones only he could see: “Naughty boy.”
She then cleared her throat. “Ever since you told me about your problem, Spike, I started thinking about ways to happen. Fluttershy already knows about your problem and, well, she's agreed to help out in any way she can.”
Spike's being shut down at the words, scales and blood gone cold—before blood pumped once more, and he stood up from his chair. “W-What the heck do you mean by that!?”
“Try not to yell, Spike.” Twilight laid a hand on Fluttershy's lap, giving the shy girl a nod before returning her gaze. “Your problem is two-fold. You're afraid not only of exploring a women's body but also don't know it well enough to, well, make her feel good.”
Spike felt the need to say something, and despite that, nothing came out.
“I can give you anatomy lessons on the matter—but knowledge doesn't mean much without experience. Simply talking about a women's body isn't going to get you over the fear of it.”
Fluttershy then stood from the bed, standing tall with a face half-hidden behind a waterfall of pink. “To be honest, it's kind of... cute.” She stepped closer to Spike, who was forced to tilt his head down as she approached. A bit more than he should have. Her denim jeans hugged her long legs, stretched out by her thighs.
Fuck, they were thick.
“Twilight had the wonderful idea that, if you're having trouble exploring a women's body, then why not go on a tour of one? She asked me if I was okay with it and—for you, I am.” Fluttershy stood before him now, hands behind her back while beaming up at him. “It may be a bit scary at first. But I'm sure you'll learn a lot.”
Spike's natural response to this, of course, was to launch his claws into the air like he'd been caught in a crime. Even standing inches apart from Fluttershy felt like he was doing something terrible from. Leaning his head to the right, he gazed at the sitting Twilight from over Fluttershy's shoulder.
“T-Twilight? Just what in the hay did you concoct?”
Twilight grinned at him while crossing one leg over the other, leaving enough space, enough of herself open for up her skirt to be seen. Glimpses of black panties covered by dark fog within the article. His favourite kind of all time. But why was she wearing them twice?
Twilight never did stuff like that twice.
Unlike him.
Like him.
“Don't you worry, smooth stuff.” Twilight patted the wrinkles out of her skirt before putting her feet against the floor, standing up from the bed. “Fluttershy isn't giving you permission to do what you're thinking about. She may trust you, but even though it's easy to forget, you're still a guy, Spike.”
Spike continued to talk with claws still in the air. “Unfair! How come you can joke about me actually being a guy—but I can't do the same about being a girl?”
Twilight stuck out her tongue. “Price of admission, Spike.”
Finally, Spike's claws dropped to his sides. “Admission?”
Twilight walked to Fluttershy's side. “Fluttershy might be a bit braver than she once was nowadays... but some girls are going to be shy about their body no matter what.” Twilight rested her hands on Fluttershy's shoulders, the latter twitching at the contact. “Make no mistake in that Fluttershy trusts and wants to help you. But not when you're so big and tall.”
None of this made any sense. Spike squinted an eye. “You're starting to lose me, Twilight. If we're not going to be doing, you know, a-anything... then how am I supposed to be getting any experience.”
“Well, that part is easy, Spike.” Twilight grinned from over Fluttershy's shoulder, far harder than she had ever done before. “You need experience and lessons on a girl's body. Very, up-close experience.” Twilight's hands slipped down from Fluttershy's shoulder as she then stepped next to her. “And Fluttershy needs us to not be so big or powerful or having any ounce of control over her.”
Spike tucked his bottom lip into his mouth while his brow narrowed. “So... I'm going to sit on the floor, far away, and watch?”
“You don't get much experience that way, Spike” Twilight's grin reached its apex. A current of air, minuscule, swirled in the air. The tip of a lavender horn glowed in a tiny lavender ball of light. “We still need to experience and explore Fluttershy's body for you to learn how to be comfortable and please it.”
Spike scrunched his face even further. “And just how are we going to do that, Twilight?”
“It isn't oblivious?” Twilight asked. “Well, to put it rather bluntly. You and I are going to shrink down—just underneath an inch—and, at that size, explore all of Fluttershy's erogenous zones. I'll teach you all the sensitive spots and what you're supposed to do. We'll even try to work in some contact if we can.”
It had only been through years, years of living with Twilight Sparkle that such thinking didn't outright blow Spike's mind out from his skull. It sounded ludicrous on the surface, but beneath it, its every point sound and backed by logic.
“Fluttershy won't be scared of a tiny dragon walking across her b-breasts and body,” the words came spewing out from Spike's lips before he even had a moment to reflect the plan, “and getting that kind of contact and lessons will break through my... problem.”
“Hey! You're even starting to sound like me!”
Spike didn't bother with that as he tossed his gaze to the other girl present. He would be lying is he didn't say his gaze became drawn to the yellow melons pressed and welled by the tightness of that black tank-top. That watery bed of supple yellow, a cleavage to make the mouth water, rendered to the size of the softest mountains.
“And you, Fluttershy?” Spike held a claw out toward her, limp and reaching, unsure of itself. “I'm sorry you got roped into my mess, and I'm glad you're willing to help me out. I would love nothing to explore you—I-I mean that you're a great looking lady and that... you... uh...”
Twilight's face should have gone disappointed, or mad, or mocking or something. But for a split second, a flush of sadness expelled from her expression. The poor dragon struggled with his words, waving his claws about, to pay much attention.
“There you go, Fluttershy.” Twilight quickly took to a smile as she nudged her elbow into Fluttershy's arm. The latter jerked, a hot blush across her cheeks, eyes set on her feet. “Told you he'd find you good looking enough.”
“Good looking enough? Fluttershy is a knockout!” That sentence was followed by Spike shoving a claw into his mouth, jaw cracked to its limit, fangs attempting to bite the knuckles off the back of his talons. “I mwean twhat in ta bwest wey powisble!”
Twilight's drifted shut while she rose a hand to her mouth, giggling into the back of it and, even though it was cute, there was something sad about her laughter. Nothing that could be outright pointed to. But something that could be felt by those who knew all her different kinds of laughs.
“O-Oh! Please don't bite your claws off! I-I don't do well with blood!” Fluttershy stepped toward him at once with open arms, throwing them around his sides while her slender frame collided with his. The roundness of her chest flattened pleasantly against his own, a smooth smothering against his hard scales nearly causing his eyes to roll back. “I knew you were just trying to compliment me. Thank you! It means a lot coming from such a handsome dragon like yourself.”
Spike held his arms up in confusion. What was he supposed to do next? He gazed over at Twilight for help, who, with a roll of her eyes then hugged her own arms over herself. With a nod, Spike did the same, embracing the smaller girl while his claws met a little too low on her back.
He gazed back to Twilight for confirmation on what to do next. Even holding something as subtly and cutely sexy as Fluttershy, her chest of greatness meshing against his body, her softness tingling against his hardness—the uncomfortably comfort was already making him shiver.
Twilight, however, had shaken her head. She turned on the spot, pushing out her rump as her skirt hiked upward, revealing the jiggly underside of her lavender cheeks. Her slender hand settled over the subtle hill, kneading it without intent—while the other hand wagged in her index in the air.
Spike, at once, raised his claws higher against Fluttershy's back—before pulling an inch away to gaze down at her. So small, so cute, so big in all the right places. “So you're... really okay with all of this?”
Fluttershy gave a sharp nod. “It may be a little weird and awkward at first—but I like helping my friends!” Then, with a hot blush retaking her cheeks, she tossed her head to the sides. “Besides, it's going to feel really nice for me too.”
Spike's head reeled back, eyes then blinking. “It will?”
“I've... always enjoyed how it feels whenever Angel bunny hops his tiny little fuzzy feet against my body.” Fluttershy seemed to somehow shrink lower with every word she said. “S-So, to know you two will be tiny... w-walking across my breasts... t-t-tickling me... down between my legs... g-going in my...”
“For our lesson,” Twilight's voice broke through the whimpers of the other girl, causing Spike to hold the latter close while he looked over at the former, “I've given Fluttershy permission to do to us whatever she pleases. It's only fair if we get to explore her body and... some lessons only work if the female specimen is... heated.”
Spike knew to try to fight any of this, at this point, was pointless. “I guess that's fair.”
He then gazed down at Fluttershy. One heck of a fetish for a girl like her to have, though.
But then Spike gazed over at Twilight, and in a single second, endured a sudden waterfall of beating guilt. Two girls and two friends, both here to help him, unaware now of his intent. All three of them were about to engage something to help Spike—something, partly, based on two lies.
“You can do this, Spike,” he whispered to himself as he walked the halls, his breathing trying to fight the clutching of his heart. “You know she's not going to cast you out or stop being friends if this doesn't go well. But you have to ask Twilight out. If you don't overcome yourself and ask her on a date—you'll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Spike dug his talons into the palm of his claw. “Go in there and tell her the truth. You can't waste any more years on this. Ask Twilight on a date. You can do this. Don't you love her? As Twilight on a date.”
The memory faded from the center of Spike's eye.
“Well, Spike?” Spike came to at a gaze that had been set on Twilight Sparkle, standing tall with her hips pushed to the side, a hand laid against them. Beautiful and sexy; perfect and smart. “Don't you want to be ready for that date? You don't want to keep that girl waiting, right?”
Now was the time to speak up, utter the truth, so no more complications arose.
“Of course I'm ready,” Spike said while holding Fluttershy tightly for a second—now for a different reason than sexual delight. “I want to be good enough for this girl, so... shrink us down, captain.”
The coward made his choice.